Tiny Desk Contest Submission

Original song written for Tiny Desk,,
Lyrics:
the cliffs edge is crumbling
the drop looks horrid
my lip caught trembling
is this what were for then?
ho-ld me close,
im afraid, of--heights
ho-ld them close,
they're afraid of the mice.
Bring the saints, to save us poor arrays.
numbered days and no good price to pay, when we stop breathing
bring those saints
tear this erratum from our minds
bring the ocean
the winds they calm my mind