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It is very bizarre to me that the music that speaks most to me at this time in my life–the music that stirs my heart and speaks its contents—is written by 20-something young men. How this is possible, I cannot say. All I know is that bands like Switchfoot, Lifehouse, Jason Upton, Daughtry—they resonate in a really meaningful, really freakish way.
I shoveled my driveway on Wednesday to Lifehouse. I could have posted several of the songs as having been relevant, but this one nailed where I am at the moment.
Broken
The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting, though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you’ve already figured out
I’m falling apart, I’m barely breathing
with a heavy heart that’s still beating
In the pain is there healing
In your name I find meaning
So I’m holding on
I’m holding on
I’m holding on
I’m barely holding on to you
The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I’m an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
that are looking for purpose,
they’re still looking for life
I’m falling apart, I’m barely breathing
With a broken heart that’s still beating
In the pain is there healing
In your name I find healing
So I’m holding on
I’m holding on
I’m holding on
I’m barely holding on to you
I’m hanging on another day
just to see what you throw my way
And I’m hanging on to the words you say
You said that I would be okay
The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now,
haven’t forgotten my way home
(chorus)
>Great song. I listened to this one a lot when I was going through my post HS reunion mid-life crisis. :)Let’s have a night out before Brad leaves for Thailand. Ya know, girl talk.