Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Taylor Thompson
Songwriter
Lyrics
Father of the world
Well, be that as it may
Kissed the soul with darkness
That it captures all the day
Mother of the heart
Lover of the harkening
Light the earth with mystery
Both terrible and frightening
Well I raise my glass
To all that's before me
As it all flies past
In terrible glory
But the sweetest taste
As it graces my senses
Is the soft goodbye
You can hear in the ending
Brother at the heart
What are we to say
Give to us desire
And we'll sanctify anyway
Tighten up this wire
We walk into the flames
And fall head over heels
Into a love we can't explain
Well I raise my glass
To all that's before me
As it all flies past
In terrible glory
But the sweetest taste
As it graces my senses
Is the soft goodbye
You can hear in the ending
I raise
To all that's before me
Flies past
In terrible glory
The sweet
As it graces my senses
The song
Well I raise my glass
To all that's before me
As it all flies past
In terrible glory
But the sweetest taste
As it graces my senses
Is the soft goodbye
You can hear in the ending
Is the soft goodbye
You can hear in the ending
Is the soft goodbye
Writer(s): Jordan Thompson
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