There is a river that washes you clean
Give it up, let go
For all of these things, love will atone
We might find the place where we belong
These are the things
Are the rays that break the shadows we design
You were never meant to shoulder
Blood that was spilled, although not your own
For all of those nights, you cried all alone
For all of these things, love will atone
So give up the right
To control the waves that empty at your life
And under the signs of how we all behave
There is a river that washes you clean
Are the wages for things you've done
And there is a tree that marks the places you've been
For all of your tears, love will atone
There is a river that washes you clean
Most of the time we're simply hanging on
There is a tree that marks the places you've been
Spent alone in the darkness of your mind
Give it up, let go
These are the things
Give it up, let go
Above wild skies
Blood that was spilled, although not your own
There is a tree that marks the places you've been
Blood that was spilled, although not your own
I know the world can turn in different ways
Blood that was spilled, although not your own
And all of those nights
For all of your tears
You were never meant to shoulder
