Lyrics Sixpence None The Richer

Sixpence None The Richer

Give It Back

I knew a song that played in me

It seems I've lost the melody

So, please, Lord, give it back to me

Oh, please, Lord, give it back to me

Years in the desert with no drink

Strike a rock and make it bleed

And please, Lord, give it back to me

Yeah, please, Lord, give it back to me

If you blow on the embers

The light will shine on my face

The streams will run in the desert

And sing "amazing grace!"

You're everywhere in every time

And yet you're hard to find

So, please, Lord, I don't want a sign

Oh, please, Lord, I don't want a sing

I need your breath on the embers

I need the light on my face

I need the streams in the desert

That sing "amazing grace!"

That sing "amazing grace!"