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• Artiste: Vaultry
• Titre: Communion
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I hoped I would never have to raise my glass in this circumstance, while my throat is parched, dry as a drought, and it doesn’t pass and I'm holding back, the wolf known as grief that left his pack, he stands solitary over this lonely mass, His jaws seem to shroud us in sobering thoughts, that linger on and on like double knots, he watches us closely from the pews, claws and coat spread like a cross, to blanket us from the sorrows that always come with loss We hold our glasses high We hold our glasses high, like the chalice at the alter We hold our glasses high, like they were made of gold We hold our glasses high, like the chalice at the alter We hold our glasses high, like they were made of gold My thoughts are blank, there’s just so many things I want to say I let my words wander, I’m sure they’ll find their way We hold our glasses high, like the chalice at the alter We hold our glasses high, like they were made of gold Now I’m standing with my glass raised to the ceiling, surrounded by well-wishers that are wishing for healing, waiting to hear me to build a chapel of worthy thoughts and precious feelings. I breathe deep, and I give thanks for what you meant to me We hold our glasses high, like the chalice at the alter We hold our glasses high, like they were made of gold