The Storm

Текст песни High Places - The Storm

The storm carved out a ditch
Which we filled with seeds and earth
And a tree grew

The storm carved out a ditch
Which we filled with seeds and earth
And a tree grew to spread its branches over the place

I'm so glad for that storm
The hole that the pain had formed
Gave us so much room to pour our love into

I went to climb that tree
Now my clothes are stained with pitch
It was worth it

I went to climb that tree
Now my clothes are stained with pitch
It was worth it to stretch my arms over that place