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Into the arms of the sea, what my tide had carried free. I walked down to the priest to be kind with the storms inside. I prayed, black birds never want what they got. Lifted my arms up high, Whispered of lost highway somehow. Take, take these eyes and all our wounds my disgust, lay them out on the beach cause I won't leave them now, the city inside take, take these vows and all its songs For my insides, spread them out over the words, over the shapes I fall off of cliffs, in million age So come on home, come on home It's all or not, this walkabout It's been so low, it's been so low Come home to me Into the arms of the sea, what my tide had carried free. I walked down to the priest to be kind with the storms inside. (Grazie a Cinzia per questo testo) From Letras Mania