Isaiah 45:23

Isaiah 45:23

歌手:The Mountain Goats

所属专辑:The Life of the World to Come

发行时间:2009-10-04

发行公司:贝格唱片公司

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  • Isaiah


  • If my prayer be not humble make it so
  • In these last hours if the Spirit waits in check help me let it go
  • And should my suffering double let me never love You less
  • Let every knee be bent, and every tongue confess

  • And I won't get better but someday I'll be free
  • 'Cause I am not this body that imprisons me

  • I read the magazines somebody brought
  • Hold them to my failing eyes until my hands get hot
  • And when the nurse comes in to change my sheets and clothes
  • The pain begins to travel, dancing as it goes



  • And I won't get better but someday I'll be free
  • 'Cause I am not this body that imprisons me

  • If my prayer goes unanswered that's alright
  • If my path fills with darkness and there is no sign of light
  • Let me praise You for the good times, let me hold Your banner high
  • Until the hills are flattened and the rivers all run dry

  • And I won't get better but someday I'll be free
  • 'Cause I am not this body that imprisons me
  • The Mountain Goats
  • Isaiah
  • If my prayer be not humble make it so
  • In these last hours if the Spirit waits in check help me let it go
  • And should my suffering double let me never love You less
  • Let every knee be bent, and every tongue confess
  • And I won't get better but someday I'll be free
  • 'Cause I am not this body that imprisons me
  • I read the magazines somebody brought
  • Hold them to my failing eyes until my hands get hot
  • And when the nurse comes in to change my sheets and clothes
  • The pain begins to travel, dancing as it goes
  • And I won't get better but someday I'll be free
  • 'Cause I am not this body that imprisons me
  • If my prayer goes unanswered that's alright
  • If my path fills with darkness and there is no sign of light
  • Let me praise You for the good times, let me hold Your banner high
  • Until the hills are flattened and the rivers all run dry
  • And I won't get better but someday I'll be free
  • 'Cause I am not this body that imprisons me