Still Believing
Thom Moore
Night owns my white bones
But what's left is still saying
Strange prayers in high places
Wild airs with wilder graces
Birds fly with no motion
What draws me, draws the ocean
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Down on my knees again, still believing
In the time of reason no more
Down on my knees again, still believing
Peace of mind is worth any chore
Great dreams and laid schemes
Just blown down by high winds
And strong signs from old forces
Wild dogs run trackless courses
Night changes sweet mountains
Vain hopes need cold fountains
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Night owns my white bones
But what's left is still saying
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