Title: Somewhere Only We Know Artist: Keane 8,731 plays




Keane // Somewhere Only We Know

Oh simple thing where have you gone?

I’m getting old and I need something to rely on

So tell me when you’re gonna let me in

I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

I think about this song a lot

One of the songs that made me fall in love with music.

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Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.

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Another shot we did for @timex #myexpedition on Tafts Point
This place is jaw dropping.
#campvibes (at Tafts Point, Yosemite)

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I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations.

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Hair envy.

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I’m exhausted, worn, and in need of rest. Yes it’s physical, but it’s also more than that, it’s emotional, mental, and spiritual. It’s a deep unsettling weariness that a vacation cannot fix, a thunderstorm of questions that seem to drag my soul down. Yet, when I really look at this unrest, I see that I am a child holding all the burdens that I have been called to leave behind. I struggle and strain to hold on, tears filling my eyes as I try and prove who I am. But thank God for His kindness, that He does not scold me, instead He gets on my level, seeing me, eye to eye and heart to heart. He says to me “My child, this is not for you.” how I have heard these words over and over again, and yet He says them, and it pierces me. Christ has the scars to show us that the past is no longer etched on us, but on Him. That rest is found at His feet, listening to His voice, that same voice that awoke stars and galaxies, that made possible streams and mountains. Oh, yes, I am weak, but He brings me strength, because He is my strength.

Rest, see, and understand the goodness of Christ, for He wants you in no other place than by His side; and in no other place shall we find rest, than by the wounded side of Jesus.

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