The Symphony (Compose Me) Songtext
von Tim Be Told

Clinging to the earth
Hanging by a thread, hanging by a thread
Naked from my birth
Nothing when I′m dead, nothing when I dead

Cut me down, I'm almost ready
To fall into your grace
I′m a mess, but you'll be steady
If I land on my face


Compose me like a Symphony
I will be yours, I will be yours
Compose me like a Symphony
I will be yours, I will be yours

Silence breaks me in
Broken for so long, broken for so long
But if I never sing again
My soul will be my song

Write me down into this story
In pages of your love
If I fail you suffered for me
This hope will be enough