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The High Dials - The Holy Ground lyrics
Put down roots in what you found, cling like a tree to the holy ground. Seeking dark rivers far underground, drink from the rivers they're all around. Take my right eye, bring a flame to my tongue by shadowy pools when the moon is young. Out of the wasteland you make you home. Under the mountain in ocean foam. Tell me how to make this true, point out the way that i must move. To plant a flag under shifting skies, shine a light as the moments die. Tell me how to make this true, point out the way that I must move. I had a fire in my head, I hooked a berry to a thread. I caught myself a silver trout, I came home and the lights went out. You seek the scent like a pack of hounds, you strain your ears for the secret sounds. Weaving you thorns into little crowds, what will you wear when the sun goes down? Tell me how to make this true, point out the way that i must move. To plant a flag under shifting skies, shine a light as the moments die. Tell me how to make this true, point out the way that i must move. Yeah. Come on come on come on come live on this. come on! come on! come on! live on this! On this holy ground. On this holy ground. On this holy ground. On this holy ground. |
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