🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Insurgentes - Steven Wilson

 Holy  of the simple one
 When you smile at me you bring me 
 You  your thoughts.
  your prayers too low.
 
 Now out of debt,  speak in tongues,
 And out of bread, your work  done,
 And your dream, 
 And your path, 
 
 And your  absolve,
  your path, dissolve.