Woorden: Jars Of Clay. Much Afraid. Weighed Down.

Light of, the world are you still here?
And are we illuminating?
When love becomes, a delicate display
So weak, dissolved, by anything

Love lies here waiting all alone
Can a King be a King weighed down?

Our hearts, a bubble maker's dream
Moved on by winds of everything
As we deny, that love is still the King
Not as weak, as we, make him out to be

Love lies here waiting all alone
(This is for the King)
Can a King be a King weighed down, ohh?

Weighed down
Weighed down
Weighed down