Every Day Is Like A Holiday
I could not catch my breath
I almost worked myself to death
Thinking I could earn Your Love
Be good enough
To get to heaven
I had to hope to celebrate
Beneath the weight
Of my own burden
But You came
And every day became a holiday
A mood became a holiday
And I was saved upon a sea of grace
(Repeat)
I almost worked myself to death
Thinking I could earn Your Love
Be good enough
To get to heaven
I had to hope to celebrate
Beneath the weight
Of my own burden
But You came
And every day became a holiday
A mood became a holiday
And I was saved upon a sea of grace
(Repeat)
Losowe piosenki:
The Void
Give It Back
Soulsister
Another Dumb Blond
Leave Me Alone
Drinking Bomb
Girl Crazy
Plans I Make
Data Control
Running From An Angel