As Cities Burn - Contact Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Contact By As Cities Burn?
Hearts aren't really our guides
We are truly alone 'Cause God ain't up in the sky Holding together our bones Remember we used to speak Now I'm starting to think That Your voice was really my own Bouncing off the ceiling back to me God, this can't be God, this can't be God, could it be that all we see is it? Is this it? Is this it? Won't you come down, Heaven? Won't you come down? Won't you cut through the clouds? Won't you come down? Won't you come down, Heaven? Won't you come down? Won't you cut through the clouds? Won't you come down? Come down, come down, come down Oh, my Heaven, why Do you have doors to close? Do you have clouds to stop his voice? Oh, my Heaven, why Do you have doors to close? Do you have clouds to stop his voice (On the way down?) And, God, this can't be And, God, this can't be And, God, can it be that all we see is it? Is this it? And, God, does grace reach To this side of madness? 'Cause I know this can't be The great peace we all seek Won't you come down, Heaven? Won't you come down? Won't you cut through the clouds? Won't you come down? Did your clouds to stop his voice? And, brother, have you found The great peace that we all seek You say take a look around If there's a God, then he must be asleep God must be asleep God must be asleep God must be asleep God must be asleep |
Who Wrote Contact By As Cities Burn?
Cody Bonnette
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What's The Duration Of The Contact By As Cities Burn?The duration of Contact is 6:51 minutes and seconds. |
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