Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Philip Näslund
Songwriter
christian amaya
Songwriter
Manuel Martínez
Songwriter
Rivington
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Philip Näslund
Producer
Lyrics
It's better to lie
Than to feel
The truth as it weighs down on your knees
It's better to hide
Than reveal
The Proof of my resistance to breath
My will to live will not will without you It's not just how I feel
It's what I've revealed
Like a seal
The mark of my endemic disease
So tonight when you send your prayers up the sky
I'm waiting
I'll be waiting
Tonight when you dream just know that I'll be fine
Here waiting
I'll be waiting for you
Stretch out your arms to this child, Madonna
Carry me up, heaven mercy me
Tonight if I see your prayers walking by I made it
I made it to you
I could be cherry pie
Or bitter pill
Happy hope
Or doom and demise
A pebble inside
A dancing heel
Or feathers on wings
Ready to ride
My will to live will not will without you It's not just how I feel
It's what I've revealed
Like a seal
The mark of my endemic disease
So tonight when you send your prayers up the sky
I'm waiting
I'll be waiting
Tonight when you dream just know that I'll be fine
Here waiting
I'll be waiting for you
Stretch out your arms to this child, Madonna
Carry me up, heaven mercy me
Tonight if I see your prayers walking by I made it
I made it to you
Carry me up raise a pious fever
Carry me up let the ground fall off my feet
Carry me up make the non believer
Carry the cross as we all fall out your feet
Carry me up raise a pious fever
Carry me up let the ground fall off my feet
Carry me up make the non believer
Carry the cross heaven mercy me
Tonight when you send your prayers up the sky
I'm waiting
I'll be waiting
Tonight when you dream just know that I'll be fine
Here waiting
I'll be waiting for you
Stretch out your arms to this child, Madonna
Carry me up, heaven mercy me
Tonight if I see your prayers walking by I made it
I made it to you
Carry me up raise a pious fever
Carry me up let the ground fall off my feet
Carry me up make the non believer
Carry the cross as we all fall out your feet
Stretch out your arms to this child, Madonna
Carry me up, heaven mercy me
Tonight if I see your prayers walking by I made it
I made it to you
I made it to you
Writer(s): Rivington Rebis
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