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If everything I lost was all for nothing
I would trade it all for what you're holding in your hand
I would break it open
For wonder
I would break it open
And become it
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Rest Your Hands
05:13
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We live in the cold
We walk with our hands hidden
We live splitting wood
Just to fuel a fire that we call on for our lives
We need someone like you
To rest your hands against our walls
We pray for a spark
So our wood can be changed
We promise you things
To do what we ask and hold back the rain
We need someone like you
To rest your hands against out walls
We need you to find
What's holding us before we fall
Rest your hands, feel our breath
We need the weight to push air back
Rest your hands, against my skin
Against my face to see the past
Rest your hands, my hands are ashes
I'm writing my name but it's only phantom
Rest your hands, on the table
Close your eyes
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Land of the Living
04:05
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Could this be the land of the living
could this be the ground I traverse
could you be the breath at my shouders
Lord, I come to your holy hill
I know a world that's a broken place
with organs like deserts and blindness to faces
with cries from the empty and whines from the full
this arid place has been my home
this longing place has been my home
The earth is a curse and it longs for a day
it blames those of us who destroy it
on that day when the rivers run free
the living will live to enjoy
I long for the soil of my home
I have seen the land of the living
this ground will spring up a well
you are still the breath at my shoulders
Lord, I come to your holy hill
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I'm still the one to draw up the sun
If you break what you thought was my string
you forget everything
If you kill what you saw as my dream
you forget everything
I'm still the one to draw up the sun
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Growing Stone
04:41
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When all seemed lost
I have seen a light
When all seemed lost
I have seen a light
Let is grow up from the ground up
growing vines up from the mouth up
all the stones are broken, all the stones are broken
All the ones that held me down
held my feet and kept me floating
all the stones are broken, all but this one I'm holding
In my pocket I've got a growing stone
in my hand there is a candle
in my hand I've got a growing stone
it's everything I ever dreamed could make me grow
When all seemed
lost I have seen a light
When all seemed lost
I have seen a light
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Wind is black
You can feel the sky
It's a river, It's a basket
Cloud is breath
You can feel the earth
It's an ocean, It's a village
Alone is heavy
I can feel your body
It's a fragrance, It's a presence
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Ryan Ciganek Chicago, Illinois
Ryan is a Chicago artist that is currently based in Seattle.
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