All Praises

Like "a poem made from the sea"

Like "a wave" I play for thee

Because even the desert sands know

the feeling of love

So let the praise fall with the dew,

I'll make the mountains weep for you

Because even the desert sands know

the feeling of love

Yeah even the desert sands know your love

Cuz everything is you,

Flowing through my hands is your love...

It's all you