[Sleeping At Last]
Horses, they run
And pound the Earth like thunder
The courses they're on
Are crushed in their wake
The force of the Sun
Pounds the Earth asunder
The torch of her strength
None can escape
[Sleeping At Last]
Like the hammering heart of The Maker
The hammering, hammering heart
The hammering heart of The Maker
The hammering, hammering hеart
[John Mark McMillan]
The ships tow their lines
Bеneath the stars and wonder
At the source of their light
And the blackness between
The Moon tows the tides
And pushes the currents under
As the continents in time
Bow to the grinding sea
[John Mark McMillan & Sleeping At Last]
Like the hammering heart of the Maker
The hammering, hammering heart
The hammering heart of the Maker
The hammering, hammering heart
[John Mark McMillan & Sleeping At Last]
Did I crawl out of the creek bed?
Off the sea floor?
Baby, just to live like this
Do we get everything we hope for?
Are you hopeful?
I feel it when the dopamine kicks
In the grind over time, everybody gets crushed
Everybody gets crushed
[John Mark McMillan & Sleeping At Last]
By the hammering heart of the Maker (The hammering, hammering heart)
The hammering, hammering heart
The hammering heart of the Maker (Hammering heart of the Maker)
The hammering, hammering heart (The hammering, hammering heart)
