Norm Archer - Confrontation Dreams

Imagine we had a help desk out front
Imagine we let anybody in
What if we were careless and blunt
Just think of anywhere we'd have been

My aimless grace leaves me on a whim
A shame this place needs beautiful things
Like running against the wind
My own battle hymns

These confrontation dreams
They have the best of me
I can pick you up
I won't give you grief
These confrontation dreams
They haven't bested me
I hate these confrontation dreams

Imagine we weren't made for this earth
Imagine we let anybody in
What if we were handsome and rough
Just think of anywhere
Just think of anywhere

My aimless grace leaves me on a whim
A shame this place needs beautiful things
And no one's patience thins
The places I have sinned

These confrontation dreams
They have the best of me
I can pick you up
I won't give you grief
These confrontation dreams
They haven't bested me
I hate these confrontation dreams

Written by:
William Pearce

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