"Shines Right Through Me" lyrics

"Shines Right Through Me"

These days I feel a change
All the patterns rearranged
Though I can't explain
I know I'm not afraid

Now I realize
All good things can be supplied
And they come from you
They come form you

It's all brand new and it shines right through
Shines right through me
I look at you and shines right through
Shines right through me

This feeling that I found
Is like sleeping on a cloud
Smiling at the sky
Not even knowing why

Strange how things work out
But I know without a doubt
That it comes from you
It comes from you

Break me out of emptiness
Lead me to your light
Anything worth having
Is worth some sacrifice

Laid too long in loneliness
This world was made to change
Half an hour of sunshine
Is worth a week of rain

Air is flowing free
It's a little easier to breathe
This soul unbound
Was lost and found

No reason left to hide
'Cause I feel a light inside
And it comes from you
It comes from you


Writer(s): Sean (can) McCann, Kalem Patrick Mahoney, Alan Thomas Doyle
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