The Temper Trap
The Temper Trap
The Temper Trap
The Temper Trap
The Temper Trap
The Temper Trap
The Temper Trap
The Temper Trap
The Temper Trap
The Temper Trap
The Temper Trap
The Temper Trap
The Temper Trap
The Temper Trap
The Temper Trap
The song opens with a sample of a fetus' heartbeat, and the kick drum follows this tempo for the duration of the song. The song centers on the author’s feelings of grace following the birth of a child. He acknowledges some of the unpleasant realities that come with that, but reaffirms the miracle he...
A little seed will grow into a tree
Leaving us in wonder as it sleeps
Who on Earth can fathom, who on Earth can know?
You were but a thought in your maker's eyes
[Hook]
And I may not always believe
But you're nothing short of a miracle
Feeble, tiny hands bound for greatness
You will rise and fall like the rest of us
Love will keep you up, and always be a crutch
That will see you through to the very last
[Hook]
And I may not always believe
But you're nothing short of a miracle
Clever minds will second guess
But to me, you're a living miracle
Something else comes over me
Grace has come to set me free
In your hands, you hold a new forever
We may not always believe
Blessed with sight, we rarely see
Pride and lust is our disease
And the cure is you, little miracle
(Miracle, miracle, miracle, miracle
Miracle, miracle, miracle, miracle)