If you wear scuba gear and I'm inside an astronaut suit
We place our gloves on the pew and we move our flippers and hoses and boots
If hymnbooks' pages are doves, the splashdown capsules found
They perch upon our empty gloves, out of help
The wool is repeled in our mouths
He will raise (himself over the waters)
The spiraling waves (are drawn out by the plodders)
They're still spilling sound
Angels train underwater before they come to walk in our space
The neutral buoyancy labs that displace the gravity, grace
The wine and the sports that stir up our pools with tips of their wings

Lyrics submitted by demyelinated

Splashdowns Hold the Hymnal Together song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top