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All I Need
Calm down. Be Still.
We've got plenty of time to kill.
No hand writing on the wall:
Just the voice that's in us all.
And you're whispering to me,
Time to get up off my hands and knees,
'Cause if i beg for it, it won't come.
I find nothing but table crumbs.
My hands are empty.
God I've been naive.
All I need is everything.
Inside, outside, feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.
Slow down. Hold still.
It's not as if it's a matter of will.
Someone's circling.
Someone's moving a little lower than the angels.
This voice calling me to you:
It's just barely coming through.
Still, I clearly hear my name.
I've been fingering the flame like tomorrow's martyr.
It gets harder to believe.
All I need is everything.
Inside, outside, feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.
So from now till kingdom come,
Taste the words on the tip of my tongue.
'Cause we can't run truth out of town,
Only force it underground.
The roots grow deeper in ways we can't conceive.
All I need is everything.
Inside, outside feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.
All I need is all I need.
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All I need is all I need.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.
All I need is everything.
Inside, outside feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
The roots grow deeper in ways we can't conceive.
Only force it underground.
'Cause we can't run truth out of town,
Taste the words on the tip of my tongue.
So from now till kingdom come,
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.
All I need is everything.
Inside, outside, feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
It gets harder to believe.
I've been fingering the flame like tomorrow's martyr.
Still, I clearly hear my name.
It's just barely coming through.
This voice calling me to you:
Someone's moving a little lower than the angels.
Someone's circling.
It's not as if it's a matter of will.
Slow down. Hold still.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.
All I need is everything.
Inside, outside, feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
God I've been naive.
My hands are empty.
I find nothing but table crumbs.
'Cause if i beg for it, it won't come.
Time to get up off my hands and knees,
And you're whispering to me,
Just the voice that's in us all.
No hand writing on the wall:
We've got plenty of time to kill.
Calm down. Be Still.
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