Time to give it up some child
Time to give it a rest
Time to give it up some child
Time to give it a rest
You were made in fearful ways
And doused in holiness
You could dance into your grave
Shut out the loneliness
Time to give it up some child
Time to give it a rest
Time to give it up some child
Time to give it a rest
You were made in fearful ways
And doused in holiness
You could dance into your grave
Shut out the loneliness
Did not know I could rewrite the story
Of you and me and all our glory
Change the ending before it happened
Use my grief as some sort of map
And I still look for you