Wye Oak - Holy, Holy Lyrics

Holy, holy, holy
There is no other story
Holy, holy, holy,
Is kindly seeking mastery

Holy, holy, holy
Would you like to know me?
A tongue without a mouth to feed
And lonely, seeking as I kneel

For the joys and secrets I have stored
Here I lay awaiting my reward
A tension for the blessed—follow, count
That tries to hold your mind and not give out

No patience can contain this
All human joy is precious
And I, of all, should know this
And everyone should notice

Holy, holy, holy
There is no other story
Is kindly seeking mastery
We'll be who we ought to be

For the joys and secrets I have stored
Here I lay awaiting my reward
A tension for the blessed, finding out
The ties that hold your mind will not give out

Ooooh, they will give out
Ooooh, they will give out
Ooooh, they will give out
Ooooh, they will give out