Pray - Live Session

Bending to the ground I called her name
Midsummer forced upon that grave
Weak from my condition
The grape of fever came
To feast in our souls
If this garden falls
If her eyes are turned
I'll tear down the sky

Pray
It swells and goes on
Pray
It swells and goes on

Fold to my eyes her illusion
But not in vain
But not in shame

Fold to my eyes her compulsion
But not in vain
But not in shame

Bending to the ground I called her name
Midsummer forced upon that grave
Weak from my condition
The grape of fever came
To feast in our souls
If this garden falls
If her eyes are turned
I'll tear down the sky

Pray
It swells and goes on
Pray
It swells and goes on

Fold to my eyes her illusion
But not in blame
But not in shame

Fold to my eyes her compulsion
But not in vain
But not in shame



Credits
Writer(s): Josue Medina
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