almost real. - Down to the River

Laid Your quiet hands on every raw nerve.
And I ain't been holy; the Lord knows my sin,
But the way that You hold me, I'm forgiven again.
Take me down to the river, wash the years off my skin.
Take me down to the river, let the light back in.
I was lost in the dark with a stone for a heart,
Now I'm singing, I'm singing again.
Whoa.