Drumming Bird "Holy Love"

Lyrics

Well your mama always worried
And she passed it on to you
You were born in the South
With a taste in your mouth
Of Pacific Ocean blue

You were always somethin’ special
I could hear it when you sing
But the way that you paused
Between your words when you called
Had a different kind of sting

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Was I not enough
For your holy love?
But the scars of lust
My soul will be yours soon I’m growin’ up

Well I always loved the present
But you loved the memories
And the future is near
But as long as you’re here
I’ll love as much as you’ll give me

If I slept well in the jungle
I would drown into the sea
And float to the sand
With my hand in your hand
And the love I kept for me

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