Everything I never thought could exist
Everything I never believed that I’d get
I’m finding everything I ever dreamed of
I ever hoped for, in you

And I will build your churches
When you’re to weak to go on
And, yes dear, I will tell our children
That their mother, she made the world go ‘round

The future is always just too far
Too far away to care
So hold me close and let me
Run my fingers through your hair

And I will build your churches
When you’re to scared to go on
And, yes dear, I will tell our children
That their mother, she made the world go ‘round

I’m never out of the moment
So I don’t care what we do
Put you up on the kitchen sink
And let it drain on through
 
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