Erin Mckeown - Manifestra lyrics

Humble, like the child of God she wants to be Stumbles over briar and branch that falls off the tree Recognize the obstacle still she is stepping in it Criticized for the child of God she wants to be Precious, the momentary comment of sleep Pregnant, the meanings and warnings especially Question the answers and chancery of status quo Acceptance, return to the message of what you know Every day, give me the strength of a thousand beams Every day, carry me and lift me and hold me I'm thankful for the prayers that are answered every day A tankful of gratitude pressed into holidays Vacate the habits and stay close to what you love Mandate and prorate the style of our Tanqueray Backbone learn to stand up for the audio Tactile in the process of knowing what you know You dismantle the rot and the ruin of a straight line One chance to say something deep in the audio Every day, give me the strength of a thousand beams Every day, carry me and lift me and hold me [x2] And the orchestra tunes itself up from the dissonance A manifestra of violins sweep into consciousness Harmony in the style and the guise of martinis Continents in the verbage and endings of paragraphs Trust is the anecdote to the pejorative Plus one, plus we accumulate the principle corrective Jealous of the wealth of other girls? Call on a higher power to finish where the math is Every day, give me the strength of a thousand beams Every day, carry me and lift me and hold me [x2] Spelling, the proper sentence and period It's telling, the transmutation of Ahab And it's k**ing me, slowly and surely as gra** Not willing to change for the style of the period And it's the in/out, the daily reprieve of the exhale Mmm, I forgot about the water and chase the whale The myth that the prize is all there oughta be A novel written in the style of the whiskey Every day, give me the strength of a thousand beams Every day, carry me and lift me and hold me [x2] I'm humble, like the child of God I want to be I stumble over briar and branch that falls off the tree Recognize the obstacle still I am stepping in it Criticized for the child of God I want to be Every day, give me the strength of a thousand beams Every day, carry me and lift me and hold me [x2]