Hammering Heart (Sessions) Songtext
von John Mark McMillan

Horses, they run
And pound the earth like thunder
The courses they′re on
Are crushed in their wake

The force of the Sun
Pounds the Earth asunder
The torch of her strength
None can escape

Like the hammering heart of the Maker
The hammering, hammering heart
The hammering heart of the Maker
The hammering, hammering heart

The ships tow their lines
Beneath the stars and wonder
At the source of their light
And the blackness between


The moon tows the tides
And pushes the currents under
As the continents in time
Bow to the grinding sea

Like the hammering heart of the Maker
The hammering, hammering heart
The hammering heart of the Maker
The hammering, hammering heart

Did I crawl out of the creek bed, off the sea floor
Baby, just to live like this?
Do we get everything we hope for? Are you hopeful?
I feel it when the dopamine kicks
In the grind over time, everybody gets crushed

Everybody gets crushed
By the hammering heart of the Maker
(The hammering, hammering heart)
The hammering, hammering heart
The hammering heart of the Maker (hammering, hammering heart)
(Hammering heart of the Maker)
The hammering, hammering heart
(The hammering, hammering heart)