Heaven Hang On - Shaun Groves

作曲: Groves
He yells through the night~with a face full of fight~stepping over the ring that she wore~she runs for the car~but she doesn't get far~His boot kicks her hand from the door~and there on her back~she lets go of the last~remnant of hope that she's held
Heaven hang on~she can't hang on anymore~(repeat)
Two houses down there's~there's a man pulling out~with a pistol pushed under his seat~and he's waving good-bye~to his boys and his wife~and that are too far to meet~he's got a plan~the insurance man~sold him the way out of need~
Heaven hang on~he can't hang on anymore~(repeat)
Lord, surround them with angels~and send out Your saints~shake us all loose~from our pulpits and pews~to hold on to help up the faint
Heaven hang on (Use my hands, Jesus)~we can't hang on anymore (repeat)