Still Small Voice

I′m an old soul and I have been here for a long time And I've seen your face a thousand times But I wouldn′t mind once more, once more I'm the bed of a creek out of season, and I've grown dry Where water once flowed, let it flow Oh, let it flow once more, once more I′m the eyes of a desperate child all alone All I want to find is someone who wants me And I am a song on the list of a weary soul Singing "Hallelujah, hold me close" I′m the ear of man and I'm weary of the same sound And I′m still ringing, but I am ready for that song to come back around Oh, back around I am the calloused hands reaching out I can't feel a thing and I′m starting to doubt If holding on is worth so much pain But I tighten my grip as I'm screaming your name And I am a sound in your head that makes you see I will steal your breath and I will bend your knee And I am the sigh in your throat breaking out With the swelling of a chorus song around Singing "Hallelujah, hold me close" "Hallelujah, hold me close" Singing "Hallelujah, hold me close"