Bb C Bb D D# Bb F I can no longer carry the ark if it’s causing the death of my friendsBb C Bb D So I’ll trade that gold ballast for hand-laden altarsD# Bb F And baptize myself in the lakeCm Gm Bb F Oh, there was sorrow in every wordCm D# Bb Oh, how it longed to be heardD# Bb D# Bb D# Bb Cm Bb F But for the first time, I am not speaking, I am just listening until I can hear youBb D# Bb On my own
Threshing Floor
The Collection
- Bb
- C
- Cm
- D
- D#3
- F
- Gm
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