William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons & Julia Stone
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
William Fitzsimmons
Hold up your arms, I don't see you
Let tide return
Your tired limbs, sea and battered
I look for you
I will pull you from water
Let your lungs return to air
Take you back unto the shore
And lead you home
This ravaged mind, a thousand voices
They call for you
Draw near my hand, the swelling water
Your rest will come
I will pull you from water
Let your lungs return to air
Take you back unto the shore
And lead you home
I will pull you from water
Let your lungs return to air
Take you back unto the shore
And lead you home