Megan Moss My Cymbals
It seems to me
That You’ve come through
And You must have for David, too
Because his struggles are eclipsed by his cymbals
I hold back
I hold back
You could
Make it easier for me
Some would, but how else will I
How else will I learn my lesson?
I hold back
I hold back
Baggage for exile
You knew all along
Baggage for exile
You knew all along, I think
Only do not be a terror to me!
I beg You, do not be a terror to me!
It seems to me
That You’ve come through
And You must have for David, too
Because his struggles are eclipsed by his cymbals