We Will Be Okay – Matthew Perryman Jones

Under the water, heavy eyes stoned,

What used to be holy is buried like bones;

If I could remember, I would forget.

One street with no with name between mountains of snow,

There’s an empty cathedral I used to know;

It’s not over.

Not yet.

Not yet.

We will be okay.

Still leaving me out to dry, I’m gonna make it out alive.

We will be okay.

Still leaving me out to dry, I’m gonna make it out alive.

Is it redemption?

Or is it relief?

Is that what you wanted – is that what you need?

Some forgiveness, tonight?

Alright.

We will be okay.

Still leaving me out to dry, I’m gonna make it out alive.

We will be okay.

Still leaving me out to dry, I’m gonna make it out alive.

Still leaving me out to dry, I’m gonna make it out alive.

Still leaving me out to dry, I’m gonna make it out alive.

We will be okay.

We will be okay.

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