Holy Place - Austra

A neck of holly

I would never offer

Put them in a hopeless place

Upon a pier

Sitting in a cedar

I was in a holy place

Holding

Kneeling hunger

I was in a holy place

If Joan of Arc were

Headed under

Put her in a holy place

They wouldn’t let you

Shake upon the altar

Put us in a holy place

I asked her father

If you met a sailor

Put him in a holy place

The future

Our loving

Put them in a holy place

If Joan of Arc were

Headed under

Put her in a holy place

You are the wonder I pray for

You are the wonder I pray for