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.
Take me home
I'm tired of seeing you wherever I go
You're my ghost
I woke up in my old bedroom again
Until I turned on the lights
Same bed, same pictures on the wall
But the windows tell it all
I'm not home
When December came
And I walked outside
My arms couldn't tell a difference
If I closed my eyes
Well, my nose ain't broken
It'll red like it used to
But I know I'm not used to
All that's changed
If it's the board I miss
Or it's Sarah's kiss
It all blends in anyway
I never get it my way
Take me home
I'm tired of seeing you wherever I go
You're my ghost
Friday came along
I made a date with new towers
I thought I'd part with old flowers
You really think I would change?
I'm in between cars again
I can't find past adrenaline
I guess I'll drive myself home
Alone now
If it's the board I ride
Or I'm just filled with pride
It all blends in anyway
I never get it my way
Take me home
I'm tired of seeing you wherever I go
You're my ghost
The sky opens too wide
Your silhouette, it doesn't dip into it
Anymore
I'll come back
If I'm dead if I have to
I'll never escape you
Though you won't chase me—
I'll come back
If I'm dead if I have to
I'll never escape you
Though you won't chase me back