The Understudy Songtext
von Clementine Valentine
The Understudy Songtext
The thin can hide her skin
To hide what′s within
No weight would wave in time
The prank will cross the line
The salted rock stood still
To break the swell at will
To sing in season sand
Tellin' your inner voices to make a sound, we drown
You don′t have to feel afraid (feel afraid)
When the war is lost, the board man pay (the board man pay)
He thought you'd leave but still you stayed (still you stayed)
But stage one set, the bed was made (the bed was made)
Who wear the kind, your love was free (love was free)
Freedom but Christ to live with thee (to feel free)
The play we play, how please thou be
To grow, to grow, to grow, to grow
To grow, to grow, to grow, to grow
To grow, to grow, to grow, to grow
To grow, to grow, to grow, to grow
When we understudy tied
I took the road, lie land the lines
But did you watch my final scene?
Inhuman wrongs like pourin' tin
Deceivin′ winter and first stars
Fake accents leads to death at once
So I count down like hoe
It wish that might have been a tree
Like a mount land by the flame
Like a mount land by the flame
Like a mount land by the flame
Like a mount land by the flame
The way we wait, don′t touch me (the way, the way, the way, the way)
The way we wait, don't touch me (the way, the way, the way, the way)
The way we wait, don′t touch me (the way, the way, the way, the way)
The way we wait, don't touch me (the way, the way, the way, the way)
To hide what′s within
No weight would wave in time
The prank will cross the line
The salted rock stood still
To break the swell at will
To sing in season sand
Tellin' your inner voices to make a sound, we drown
You don′t have to feel afraid (feel afraid)
When the war is lost, the board man pay (the board man pay)
He thought you'd leave but still you stayed (still you stayed)
But stage one set, the bed was made (the bed was made)
Who wear the kind, your love was free (love was free)
Freedom but Christ to live with thee (to feel free)
The play we play, how please thou be
To grow, to grow, to grow, to grow
To grow, to grow, to grow, to grow
To grow, to grow, to grow, to grow
To grow, to grow, to grow, to grow
When we understudy tied
I took the road, lie land the lines
But did you watch my final scene?
Inhuman wrongs like pourin' tin
Deceivin′ winter and first stars
Fake accents leads to death at once
So I count down like hoe
It wish that might have been a tree
Like a mount land by the flame
Like a mount land by the flame
Like a mount land by the flame
Like a mount land by the flame
The way we wait, don′t touch me (the way, the way, the way, the way)
The way we wait, don't touch me (the way, the way, the way, the way)
The way we wait, don′t touch me (the way, the way, the way, the way)
The way we wait, don't touch me (the way, the way, the way, the way)
Writer(s): Clementine Nixon, Valentine Nixon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com