La música cristiana es de origen judío: la liturgia musical de la sinagoga, en particular el canto psalmódico de los judíos como unidad poética musical, fue un legado preciado transmitido del Israel antiguo al cristianismo primitivo, como forma de manifestar tanto a nivel personal como comunitario las creencias religiosas y la fe en Dios.
I want to live in the elements
I've spurred my comfort, and common sense
I've no imagined lost innocence
I'll bleed you dry no i won't pretend
I'll be coming home but i don't know when
I felt your fire
I breathed your air
We turned and twisted, our bruises bare
I curse the ground still, I feel you everywhere
In a fickle world there's no stubborn love
I can feel your ghost, when will you give up
It's a funny thing I heard of once
The return of the prodigal son
Oh baby thrill me
Make me feel good
Flashes of neon, in flames of wood
I can't feel beauty, maybe i should
In a fickle world there's no stubborn love
I can feel your ghost, when will you give up
It's a funny thing I heard of once
The return of the prodigal son
In a fickle world there's no stubborn love
I can feel your ghost, when will you give up
It's a funny thing I heard of once
The return of the prodigal son
I saw the painting, St. Petersburg
Rembrandt's depiction, of a return
I am the oil, and pigments mixed
And I know nothing, but i know this
I've been lost a long time in my head
I followed all the signs but I was misled
I'll be coming home but i don't know when