Different Here
Mary, I confess I have no sacraments
Or prayers to give you now
Walls engraved and stones collected
Stoic faces solemn in the night
And it's different here, but still the same
Different from where I came from
I try to catch my breath
Gabriel, your windows paint you feather-like
And floating through the sky
Halls engraved and tears collected
Stoic facing to the heavens brilliant light
Well it's different here, but still the same
Different from where I came from
I try to catch my breath
And float away (Oh, oh, oh)
Though I cannot escape (oh, oh, oh) the ground
Holiness is something I cannot attend to now
Well, hope, please don't let me down
And it's different here, but still the same
Different from where I came from
I try to catch my breath
And it's different here, but still the same
Different from where I came from
I try to catch my breath
Mary, I confess I have no sacraments
Or prayers to give you now
Autor(es): Rie Sinclair
