Rooted - Level 42

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I talk to the empty air
I guess it's some kind of empty prayer
To no one who's never there

It doesn't matter if they exist
I'm aesthetically atheist
It only matters I pray for this

You took the prodigal from my heart
And gave me a safe place to fall apart
You know all about me now

I was a typical crash and burn
Spent a life that I'd never earned
It wasn't ever enough somehow

I'm rooted in this place
I'm watching your silent face
I'm sensing my saving grace
Is rooted deep inside of you

Had so many trials of style
Exponentially growing wilder
Til I was right on the edge of it

And it was all down to me I guess
I must be some kind of holy mess
I only wanted you to exist

My conscience is still intact
I just thought that I would mention that
It doesn't matter it's just a fact

Aesthetically atheist
Cos I'm not sure that I would pass the test
I only wanna be sure of this

I'm rooted in this place
I'm watching your silent face
I'm sensing my saving grace
Is rooted deep inside of you

The measure of consequence
Is how far down you go before you have the sense
To pray for deliverance

I prayed for it more or less
A lot of empty words I guess
I only wanted you to exist

I'm rooted in this place
I'm watching your silent face
I'm sensing my saving grace
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