LYRIC
I forget the way surrender is spoken [Chorus] Carry it high, carry it low
Through all the images of love [Verse 2] Sing into the fear, may we break the bed
We were dead before, we'll be dead again [Chorus] Carry it high, carry it low
Through all the images of love [Verse 3] We can make no babies, we can take the stairs
I could wash your feet, you could shave my head [Chorus] Carry it high, carry it low
Through all the images of love
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