M. Ward To Save Me
He push a breath of air and He fills every sail in sight
He push a breath of air and He fills every sail in sight
He spin a big, blue ball and He turns the day into night
And He shifts in His sleep and the earth begins to quake
Yeah, He shifts in His sleep and the earth begins to quake
So, how much difference could it possibly make?
How much effort could it possible take to save me
To save me, to save me, just to save me?
Save me from sailing over the edge
To save me, to save me, to save me, just to save me
Save me from sailing over the edge
And He could strike a match and your world goes up in flames
Yeah, He could strike a match and your world goes up in flames
He spin a big, blue ball and the night turns into day
To save me, to save me, to save me, just to save me
Save me from sailing over the edge
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