Threshing Floor Songtext
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Threshing Floor Songtext
I can no longer carry the ark if it′s causing the death of my friends
So I'll trade that gold ballast for hand-laden altars
And baptize myself in the lake
Oh, there was sorrow in every word
Oh, how it longed to be heard
But for the first time, I am not speaking, I am just listening until I can hear you
On my own
So I'll trade that gold ballast for hand-laden altars
And baptize myself in the lake
Oh, there was sorrow in every word
Oh, how it longed to be heard
But for the first time, I am not speaking, I am just listening until I can hear you
On my own
Writer(s): Richard David Wimbish Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
