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Rooted - Level 42

I talk to the empty air

I guess it's some kind

Of empty prayer

To no one who's never there

It doesn't matter if they exist

I'm aesthetically atheist

It only matters I pray for this

You took the prodigal

From my heart

And gave me a safe

Place to fall apart

You know all about me now

I was a typical crash and burn

Spent a life that

I'd never earned

It wasn't ever enough somehow

I'm rooted in this place

I'm watching your silent face

I'm sensing my saving grace

Is rooted deep inside of you

Had so many trials of style

Exponentially growing wilder

Til I was right

On the edge of it

And it was all down

To me I guess

I must be some kind

Of holy mess

I only wanted you to exist

My conscience is still intact

I just thought that

I would mention that

It doesn't matter

It's just a fact

Aesthetically atheist

Cos I'm not sure that

I would pass the test

I only wanna be sure of this

I'm rooted in this place

I'm watching your silent face

I'm sensing my saving grace

Is rooted deep inside of you

The measure of consequence

Is how far down you go

Before you have the sense

To pray for deliverance

I prayed for it more or less

A lot of empty words I guess

I only wanted you to exist

I'm rooted in this place

I'm watching your silent face

I'm sensing my saving grace

Is rooted deep inside of you

I'm rooted in this place

I'm watching your silent face

I'm sensing my saving grace

Is rooted deep inside of you