Protomartyr - The Author

Now I’m gonna tell you
this one born upon a kitchen table
When she passed away
sleeping ‘cross the shoulder of my brother

Can I make you see
the simple beauty in the knowing of her?
If there’s good in me
chant it out to her
She is the author

Sing it fully in the morning
Chant it wildly in the day
Pray to lovers in the evening
Cry it softly in the night

Time’s your enemy
Every gift you see will be taken for sure
So I figure while you live kiss the ones
that love you for the song you sing

Written by:
Joe Casey, Greg Ahee, Jake Aron, Nat Chernitsky Rittner, Alex Leonard, Scott Davidson, Diego Mendoza, Mario Ramirez

Publisher:
Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY

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