A Statue
I could wait all night for the rain to chase...
All of my clear skies have turned the other way.
But sooner than later you will come home.
I've spent my whole life waiting here for you.
In a couple years, we'll finally settle down,
We'll be bound by the bands of Christian love.
We'll build a new life, a child on bended knee,
I'll sing him stories, and send him off to sleep, to dream.
If you would let me in, I could be the man you want,
If you would say it straight, in more than notebooks or photographs we've kept, I wouldn't give you up just yet.
And so, in our old age, we'll march through the city,
Hand in hand, it bridges our bodies.
We are like statues, weathered and bronze.
At a storefront, one Sunday, a mid afternoon,
There is love.
A Statue Video (MV)
More Than Skies - A Statue Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
A Statue
I could wait all night for the rain to chase...
All of my clear skies have turned the other way.
But sooner than later you will come home.
I've spent my whole life waiting here for you.
In a couple years, we'll finally settle down,
We'll be bound by the bands of Christian love.
We'll build a new life, a child on bended knee,
I'll sing him stories, and send him off to sleep, to dream.
If you would let me in, I could be the man you want,
If you would say it straight, in more than notebooks or photographs we've kept, I wouldn't give you up just yet.
And so, in our old age, we'll march through the city,
Hand in hand, it bridges our bodies.
We are like statues, weathered and bronze.
At a storefront, one Sunday, a mid afternoon,
There is love.
I could wait all night for the rain to chase...
All of my clear skies have turned the other way.
But sooner than later you will come home.
I've spent my whole life waiting here for you.
In a couple years, we'll finally settle down,
We'll be bound by the bands of Christian love.
We'll build a new life, a child on bended knee,
I'll sing him stories, and send him off to sleep, to dream.
If you would let me in, I could be the man you want,
If you would say it straight, in more than notebooks or photographs we've kept, I wouldn't give you up just yet.
And so, in our old age, we'll march through the city,
Hand in hand, it bridges our bodies.
We are like statues, weathered and bronze.
At a storefront, one Sunday, a mid afternoon,
There is love.
Writer: Adam Tomlinson
Copyright: Lyrics © ONErpm
Copyright: Lyrics © ONErpm