Bending to the ground I called her name
Midsummer forced upon that grave
Weak from my condition
The grape of fever came
To feast in our souls
If this garden falls
If her eyes are turned
I'll tear down the sky
Pray
It swells and goes on
Pray
It swells and goes on
Fold to my eyes her compulsion
Done but not afraid
Blind but not in vain
Fold to my eyes her illusion
Done but not in shame
Blind but not in vain
Bending to the ground I called her name
Midsummer brought faith on my shame
Weak from my condition
The grape of fever came
To feast in our souls
If this garden falls
If her eyes are turned
I'll tear down the sky
Pray
It swells and goes on
Pray
It swells and goes on
Fold to my eyes her compulsion
Done but not afraid
Blind but not in vain
Fold to my eyes her illusion
Done but not in shame
Blind but not in vain
Fatima Push - Pray Lyrics
Fatima Push - Pray Lyrics
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Bending to the ground I called her name
Midsummer forced upon that grave
Weak from my condition
The grape of fever came
To feast in our souls
If this garden falls
If her eyes are turned
I'll tear down the sky
Pray
It swells and goes on
Pray
It swells and goes on
Fold to my eyes her compulsion
Done but not afraid
Blind but not in vain
Fold to my eyes her illusion
Done but not in shame
Blind but not in vain
Bending to the ground I called her name
Midsummer brought faith on my shame
Weak from my condition
The grape of fever came
To feast in our souls
If this garden falls
If her eyes are turned
I'll tear down the sky
Pray
It swells and goes on
Pray
It swells and goes on
Fold to my eyes her compulsion
Done but not afraid
Blind but not in vain
Fold to my eyes her illusion
Done but not in shame
Blind but not in vain
Midsummer forced upon that grave
Weak from my condition
The grape of fever came
To feast in our souls
If this garden falls
If her eyes are turned
I'll tear down the sky
Pray
It swells and goes on
Pray
It swells and goes on
Fold to my eyes her compulsion
Done but not afraid
Blind but not in vain
Fold to my eyes her illusion
Done but not in shame
Blind but not in vain
Bending to the ground I called her name
Midsummer brought faith on my shame
Weak from my condition
The grape of fever came
To feast in our souls
If this garden falls
If her eyes are turned
I'll tear down the sky
Pray
It swells and goes on
Pray
It swells and goes on
Fold to my eyes her compulsion
Done but not afraid
Blind but not in vain
Fold to my eyes her illusion
Done but not in shame
Blind but not in vain
Writer: Josue Medina, Juan Alonso
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