Rooted Lyrics

I talk to the empty air

I guess it's some kind of empty prayer

To no one who's never there



It doesn't matter if they exist

I'm aesthetically atheist

It only matters I pray for this



You took the prodigal from my heart

And gave me a safe place to fall apart

You know all about me now



I was a typical crash and burn

Spent a life that I'd never earned

It wasn't ever enough somehow



I'm rooted in this place

I'm watching your silent face

I'm sensing my saving grace

Is rooted deep inside of you



Had so many trials of style

Exponentially growing wilder

Til I was right on the edge of it

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And it was all down to me I guess

I must be some kind of holy mess

I only wanted you to exist



My conscience is still intact

I just thought that I would mention that

It doesn't matter it's just a fact



Aesthetically atheist

Cos I'm not sure that I would pass the test

I only wanna be sure of this



I'm rooted in this place

I'm watching your silent face

I'm sensing my saving grace

Is rooted deep inside of you



The measure of consequence

Is how far down you go before you have the sense

To pray for deliverance



I prayed for it more or less

A lot of empty words I guess

I only wanted you to exist



I'm rooted in this place

I'm watching your silent face

I'm sensing my saving grace

Is rooted deep inside of you