Testo di The Symphony

Clinging to the earth Hanging by a thread, hanging by a thread Naked from my birth Nothing when I'm dead, nothing when I dead Cut me down, I'm almost ready To fall into your grace I'm a mess, but you'll be steady If I land on my face Compose me like a Symphony I will be yours, I will be yours Compose me like a Symphony I will be yours, I will be yours Silence breaks me in broken for so long, broken for so long but if I never sing again My soul will be my song Write me down into this story in pages of your love If I fail you suffered for me This hope will be enough