Ultrasound - Cross My Heart

Look deep into the heart of Green's new songs
The sweet disciple sing-along's
The Christmas twinkle tinsel hangs
Upon my cracked and greasy grimy hands

Oh God forgive this feeble voice of faith
Will chain your trainers to the ground
Never young

I hope the summer's always cool
I hope you never have to sleep alone
Cross My Heart
Hope to die..

Written by:
SCOTT KRIPPAYNE, TONY W. WOOD

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Capitol CMG Publishing

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