Well I was born to a prophet who had fallen to his knees,
wrestled god in the kingdom til he no longer believed.
I am strong and like my mother, I am softer underneath.
All the memories of buildings sometimes make me want to leave.
We have always known this place and we have always held it close.
It’s our home even when the wind blows.
We have always known its fate and it has always kept us close.
It’s our home even when the wind blows.
So I come back to the altar after years of disbelief,
Take a good look at me father. Please forgive me for my need.
We have both run from the ...