Lyrics

I keep coming back to
a heaven to forget about you
Crawling back from this place
to reign the right home
I was never happy
holding back to your ghost
Some rise out of hate, to devotion
You will never know me
you said you didn't like the reason
Running through my veins, but it ain't
my heart now
It ain't my heart to behold.
You said we would die
When our memories dies
Hold your head
I'll be here to rave with devotion
With devotion
With devotion
You're the church that hold my spark
We are the makers of this dust
I'll be the church that holds your spark
You're the church that hold my spark
You're the maker of this dream
You're the church that hold my spark
Written by: Philip Ekström
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