Holland Creek Through The Window
There's a mirror
In your eye
An open book
Take a look:
Empty pages
Filled with words
A fountain pen
Inside our head
And we can write the things we want
Rearrange and cross anything out
Fit this story to our eyes
“When I look your way I see a smile”
I'll take your hand
And lead us here
You and me
We're just a couple of bodies
You see, there's lots of time for God
So lets roll like Pagans
Around the vine
I'll drink the wine off your back
We can laugh until we're sick
Then we'll worry about Him
On our deathbed
Falling to our knees
To our knees
To our knees
We're falling to our knees
We're falling on our knees
When I see that light
I'll come running
Years fall like rain
Upon the street
Behind our feet
