Judith Avers: Music
Shine
(Judith Avers)
Take the number off the wall.
I'll be the next in line.
Count your praises, as they fall from my lips.
You're made of stars when you shine.
Lady grace she laid her hands upon your face.
And a beggar's mercy ain't no shame of mine.
Sailors drifting with their father's faith.
You guide them home when you shine.
Hold it in or will you hold it out?
Hold it in or will you hold it out?
Hold it in or will you hold it out?
If you hold it in, it will hold you down.
The lord himself cried tears of joy.
The gates of heaven open wide.
Rivers run high, when they hear your voice.
You're made of gold when you shine.
I'll lay you down.
Rest your weary eyes.
Stop running and just let it out.
Shine.
Shine.
On me.