Keane Glass Bottles Lyrics

My god is, the human spirit
My church is, the gentle earth
My hymns are, the songs of the people
My prayers are, our drunken words

The things that I never asked you
They keep me up at night
The things that I never told you
They never sounded right

But I'll still be waiting
Rolled like a bottle on your shore
Shape eroding
Worn by the waves that we rode before

If ever, your faith is shaken
Turn my way, I'll still be here

'Cause now, the seasons are changing
I feel it in my bones
And nothing looks the same in
The place that was our home

But I'll still be waiting
Rolled like a bottle on your shore Shape eroding
Worn by the waves that we rode before

And I'll still be waiting
Rolled like a bottle on your shore
Shape eroding
Worn by the waves, baby, if your
Dreams are breaking
Crushed by the tide and the cold stones
I'll be waiting
Don't be afraid, 'cause you're almost home

These brittle crumbling things will pass
Dreams, they spin like broken glass
Like bottles breaking on a stony shore
I'll still be sitting here at your door
These brittle crumbling things will pass
Dreams, they spin like broken glass
Like bottles breaking on a stony shore
I'll still be sitting here at your door