Rooted
Album: Retroglide - Artist: Level 42



 
(R. Gould/M. King)

I talk to the empty air
I guess itís some kind of empty prayer
To no one whoís never there

It doesnít matter if they exist
Iím 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 Iíd never earned
It wasnít ever enough somehow

Iím rooted in this place
Iím watching your silent face
Iím 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 doesnít matter itís just a fact

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

Iím rooted in this place
Iím watching your silent face
Iím 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

Iím rooted in this place
Iím watching your silent face





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