Don’t stop.
Don’t ever stop.
The cup has a hole
And whatever you pour in
Dribbles out of the chalice
Your effort lost to the ages
And spilt on the grass.
Keep pouring and someday
You’ll fill me up
And I’ll believe
That I deserve you.
Don’t stop.
Don’t ever stop.
The cup has a hole
And whatever you pour in
Dribbles out of the chalice
Your effort lost to the ages
And spilt on the grass.
Keep pouring and someday
You’ll fill me up
And I’ll believe
That I deserve you.