Jess Klein Holy Land
Children play in a garden of Eden
Hunger away, food never eaten.
Storing treasures in the sand
While we curse the promised land
Like we’ve never been
Run like thieves, die for riches
Guilded doors and blood soaked ditches
But the colors of the trees
Are meant for you and me
If we ever see
Holy land
Holy land
Holy land
In the palms of our hands
You want a soul, find a soul full of kisses
Who won’t let you go
Who knows what your wish is
Even when you fawn or fight
He’ll see you in the light
That you saw within
Holy land
Holy land
Holy land
In the palms of our hands
Holy land
Holy land
Holy land
In the palms of our hands
I went away to be all by myself where
Children don’t play
Hearts hide, too scared
I would never have believed
It still would follow me
Like a prayer shot south
Sat on a cold and lonely thruway
Fought every old, and every new way
‘Til I looked out of the glass
And I felt it fallin’ fast out of my mouth
Holy land
Holy land
Holy land
In the palms of our hands
Holy land
Holy land
Holy land
In the palms of our hands
