Слова:
Phil Wickham Crumble To Pieces

into heaven, caught up in your arms I Breathe Your fragrance, taste your goodness, Crumble to pieces Into Your love In Your presence all my existence Crumbles to pieces

fly into heaven, caught up in your arms I Breathe Your fragrance, taste your goodness, Crumble to pieces Into Your love In Your presence all my existence Crumbles to pieces