If I lose it's only half the battle
Put your guns down the hallelujah
And though my arms throw in the towel Give my hands something else to do
And I feel washed out This trench is a river And all I was hoping For was a moment
Of your peace
Put down the map, grab your wings and follow Come take the body and leave the soul
Climb a mountain in Colorado
And let your words shake the rocks and road
And I feel washed out This trench is a river And all I was hoping For was a moment
Of your peace