Silver Shore - John Mark McMillan

Billowing hills

Shoulders of steel

Hide behind faces of glass

The street light valleys

The midnight tallies

Recollections of our past

These thoughts of home

And tonight we sleep

With lions all around

In furnaces of fire we sleep

Tonight we sleep

With lions all around

In furnaces of fire we sleep

We're ghosts inside of our bodies

Make inside of our clothes

We're all terrified of the writhing ocean tide

But our pockets are all full of hope

These thoughts of home

And tonight we sleep

With lions all around

In furnaces of fire we sleep

Tonight we sleep

With lions all around

In furnaces of fire we sleep

We were born on heaven's silver shores

I know it in my heart there's more to be afforded

We were born on heaven's silver shores

I know it in my heart there's more to be afforded

Did I hear you in the driving rain

I swear somebody was calling my name again

We were born on heaven's silver shores

I know it in my heart there's more

To be afforded

We were born on heaven's silver shores

I know it in my heart there's more to be afforded

We were made for the other side of the lake

It's more than we can take

The fever's gonna break for us

We were born on heaven's silver shores

I know it in my heart there's more to be afforded