We Came as Romans - Broken Statues

Show me your hands,
Let me wash them clean.

Show me your hands,
Let me wash them clean.

We all need this to be renewed,
After time and wear.
We're broken statues.
Vines intertwined around your insides.
Hold you down.

You beg for restoration.
Your best has crumbled,
From being so weathered.

We all deserve this,
To be renewed,
To change our ways,
To be allowed to choose.
So let me build you back up.

As you're carrying me too.
As you're carrying me too.

Show me your hands,
Let me wash them clean.
Show me your heart,
And let me heal you.

We will mend statues from
The ground to the skies.

We will mend statues from
The ground to the skies.

We will mend statues from
The ground to the skies.

We will mend statues from
The ground to the skies.

Show me your hands,
Let me wash them clean.
Show me your heart,
And let me heal you.

We will mend statues from
The ground to the skies.

We will mend statues from
The ground to the skies.

Written by:
ANDREW GLASS, DAVID STEPHENS, ERIC CHOI, JOSHUA MOORE, KYLE PAVONE, LOU COTTON

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find