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( River Bends EP ) She was born of missionaries somewhere overseas And now it was that she was brought to me Staring from her farmhouse porch and through a heavy rain She says that inside she felt a change The seed is for the field and the trough is for your hand And this is something we can understand The seed is for the field and the trough is for your hand And this is something we can understand But you feel something wrong And you know what it is And your father will never understand But I can I can pull you out I can pull you out Picture of St. Jude is on the candle that i burned Saint of my lost causes and concerns Alone and in my bedroom My guitar and wooden chair Play out all my thoughts until the end Letras de cancionesThe prayers go soft, you can feel them even more As they echo down the hall and hardwood floor The tubes sound warm and the instrument plays well How long I have waited I can't tell How long I have waited I can't tell From Letras Mania