Lyrics

My body my temple my only apparatus
That loneliness creeps up inside
Oh It shudders and chatters away
The church on the hill
The rain that sits still
The gift you keep on giving to the town you will, I think I’ve found my place
It’s always bloody freezing
There’s mist in the corners of the ceiling
In a cold damp valley
Much to my dismay
I need to start the day
I chase that sun but it keeps running away
The evening calls my name
The creature that hides in the depths of the dam can’t shake it off how lucky I am
How lucky we are today
Rain coat you’ll never take off
Wash clothes hanging in the loft
In a cold damp valley
It’s always bloody freezing
There’s mist in the corners of the ceiling
In a cold damp valley
In a cold damp valley
Written by: Sean Thompson, Spencer Cullum
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