Anberlin

A hollow hallelujah hangs in the corner
With the rest of our dissolving years
You're the storm and the calm,
The dove and the bomb
The ghost that relieves all my fears
The life is spent from cold
As years and sheets unfold
We'll be able to sleep all alone
[Weight of the world]
The weight of the world is on top of me
And I wouldn't have you anywhere else
[Weight of the world]
The weight of the world is on top of me
And I want you here all to myself
Like a land-worthy sailor, I even falter at failure
Trying to find my heading back home
You're the cure and the disease, the vice I still need
The cast and the break in my bones
You're the life that's worth living, the hurt and forgiving
You're Jesus to the demons you've put in my head