Peace Repackaged Songtext
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Peace Repackaged Songtext
The bottles are all empty
The potions gone
I was promised like the dawn
It just won′t carry on
I leave the empties on the doorstep
To be filled by time
Is he a wizard or a teacher?
Is she a friend of mine?
I left a note and signed with haste
Give me a packet a piece to taste
And if you're willing an extra crate
Of any power to combat hate
Cos though I′ve heard that hating's pain
I need love to take the strain
A parcel of extra blessing
To keep my days from guessing
Oh teach me
The words won't turn the way I ask them
Oh reach me
Show faces true before I pass them
I know the world is out of key
And it shrinks inside me
So many faces to be friends
When all the madness ends
I leave a mind beneath the mat
So you can let yourself in
If you can stand the mess then stay
But I′m not entertaining
I feel the riches of our days
Are like smoke to hold
I′d make a paper heart to love you
If I knew where to fold
But I must sit and just keep trying
Until I see the shape I seek
As I must learn to stoke the strength
For every day that I'm weak
Oh teach me
The storms won′t turn the way we aim them
Oh reach me
The dreams grow wild before we tame them
The potions gone
I was promised like the dawn
It just won′t carry on
I leave the empties on the doorstep
To be filled by time
Is he a wizard or a teacher?
Is she a friend of mine?
I left a note and signed with haste
Give me a packet a piece to taste
And if you're willing an extra crate
Of any power to combat hate
Cos though I′ve heard that hating's pain
I need love to take the strain
A parcel of extra blessing
To keep my days from guessing
Oh teach me
The words won't turn the way I ask them
Oh reach me
Show faces true before I pass them
I know the world is out of key
And it shrinks inside me
So many faces to be friends
When all the madness ends
I leave a mind beneath the mat
So you can let yourself in
If you can stand the mess then stay
But I′m not entertaining
I feel the riches of our days
Are like smoke to hold
I′d make a paper heart to love you
If I knew where to fold
But I must sit and just keep trying
Until I see the shape I seek
As I must learn to stoke the strength
For every day that I'm weak
Oh teach me
The storms won′t turn the way we aim them
Oh reach me
The dreams grow wild before we tame them
Writer(s): Justin Mark Robertson, Sean Braithwaite Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

