They say "Let your love grow tall" "Let your love grow tall" Tall as the grass in the meadow? Or the dunes on the shore? Like the buildings in the city? And your children on the floor? It's the thought that counts No, quiet minds don't know their worth They know now what to do So I'll pray for them And I'll pray for you till my face turns blue - passion pit
As sure as gold is precious and the honey sweet,
So you love this city and you love these streets.
Every child out playing by their own front door
Every baby laying on the bedroom floor.
Revive us, Revive us…
– robin mark