Relief - Radio Edit - John Coffey

I was given my own set of knees

And I have given them hell and many ways to bleed.

Nothing is simple, little is true

We walk great lengths to grow fair and tall

Grasping everything that's beneath the sun

Oh how would the mighty be at all

If not for their knees to fall upon

Slowly the Stones will grind to sand

and the seas will understand and wash it all away

I get what you want, but not who you are.

But my faith was strong, is it fiction now?

With peace of mind I'll rest in my case,

Hoping that my hopes won't die in the ground

I was given my own set of knees

And I have given them hell and many ways to bleed.

And the sacred and scared they share the same air

deep in our soul, we know we are both

And then we strain our shoulders

searching for relief

Oh nothing is simple, little is true

A bible to comfort

feels like home to me, feels like home to me

I'd like to see you alive so dance

until the lies go out, ‘till the lies go out

Slowly the Stones will grind to sand

and the seas will understand and wash them all away

And the sacred and scared they share the same air

deep in our soul, we know we are both

And then we strain our shoulders

searching for relief

Nothing is simple, little is true