White Nile Songtext
von Born of Osiris
White Nile Songtext
Careful now
You′ve come too close to know
The where and when
Of your unholy ghost
And even though we are made of dust
A sliver of gold is inside each of us
I am captive high on a daily basis
The amount I can't control the way
I understand your many faces
I lose the sense of what you mean to me
Because I know you are
The one who can save me
With eyes aged along with history
I can′t pretend that something else would convey me
To live one day without the thought of you and me
Carry on through the night
It's a mess we've made too many times
I spend my days avoiding light
Lose my view of what you mean to me
Careful now
You′ve come too close to know
The where and when
Of your unholy ghost
And even though we are made of dust
A sliver of gold is inside each of us
So put your weight on top of it
Lay into moments that you compliment
Fragile feasting lion
Taking a bite of what he never tasted
Yet he never feared
Sermons of an anchor
It′s such a delicate race
I promised my mother
I would end in a righteous place
So put your weight on top of it
You′ve come too close to know
The where and when
Of your unholy ghost
And even though we are made of dust
A sliver of gold is inside each of us
I am captive high on a daily basis
The amount I can't control the way
I understand your many faces
I lose the sense of what you mean to me
Because I know you are
The one who can save me
With eyes aged along with history
I can′t pretend that something else would convey me
To live one day without the thought of you and me
Carry on through the night
It's a mess we've made too many times
I spend my days avoiding light
Lose my view of what you mean to me
Careful now
You′ve come too close to know
The where and when
Of your unholy ghost
And even though we are made of dust
A sliver of gold is inside each of us
So put your weight on top of it
Lay into moments that you compliment
Fragile feasting lion
Taking a bite of what he never tasted
Yet he never feared
Sermons of an anchor
It′s such a delicate race
I promised my mother
I would end in a righteous place
So put your weight on top of it
Writer(s): Cameron Losch, Lee Patrick Mckinney, Ronald Angelo Canizaro, Joseph Edmund Buras, Nicholas Rossi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com