I could see my breath in the cold June morning air
The sun was pouring over your mother’s hair
I was biting my bottom lip and speaking with walls
I was holding with a white knuckled grip
What wasn’t mine anymore

All I have wanted was those sweet words that said
Living is when you’re broken like bread, oh how those
Sweet Billows roll, Carry me, carry me, carry me home

We were waiting like sailors for the edge of the land
Taming my life with the ropes in my hands
We thought it so bitter, dark clouds taking clear skies
Turns out the rain gave us life

No matter how hard I tried
Wrestle the helm from the waves of life
Just because we’re breathing doesn’t mean we are alive
You’re the sweetest reason I’ve come to find

All I have wanted was those sweet words that said
Living is when you’re broken like bread, oh how those
Sweet Billows roll, Carry me, carry me, carry me home
Sweet Billows Roll, Carry me, carry me, carry me home
Carry me, carry me, carry me home
Carry me, carry me, carry me home (acapella)