Saveurs Anglophones 156 – Gable Price & Friends – Ten Percent

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Temps de lecture : 2 minutes
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Saveurs Anglophones 156 - Gable Price & Friends - Ten Percent
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Le titre que nous présente Trina est Ten Percent, de Gable Price & Friends.

Paroles de Ten Percent de Gable Price & Friends

Fractioned
My whole heart and giving You the
Crumbs left
On the corner table of my busy schedule
The daisies smell so nice but the pollen hurts my eyes

My friend, locking eyes with harsh reminders
Repent, my tongue is tied and my heart’s on fire
Treated Your love like a recipe
Followed You and You’re feeding me
But I won’t fraction my heart

Good God, I pierced Your side
‘Cause I don’t guard my eyes

Ten percent of my (Ten percent of my heart)
Ten percent of my heart (Ten percent of my heart)
I’m tired of tithing my heart

Hello
Here’s my heart and my spare time
No split eyes, no other gods to idolize
I’ve treated life like my masterpiece
My love for You was a casualty
But I won’t fraction my heart again

Hey, I’m a broken cup spilling out
Ima drink the river ’til I start a drought
I’m never, never, never, never, never gonna fraction my heart again
I felt the touch of eternity
It drained the lake of uncertainty
And I won’t fraction my heart again

Good God, I pierced Your side
‘Cause I don’t guard my eyes

Ten percent of my (Heart, ten percent of my heart)
Ten percent of my heart (Ten percent of my heart)
I’m tired of tithing my heart

The perfect, polished pastor cannot save you
Your Meyers or your Briggs won’t buy your sins
You can break the alabaster on a podcast
Deconstruct the light ’til none can be let in
Self discovery can only get you so far, baby
You’re heaven sent and only home will set you free
There’s a middle eastern Man
With holes inside His hands who’s out to get you

Ten percent of my (Heart, ten percent of my heart)
Ten percent of my heart (Ten percent of my heart)

Ten percent of my heart
Ten percent of my heart
Ten percent of my heart
I’m tired of tithing my heart