Good God, if your song leaves our lips

If your work leaves our hands

Then we will be wonders and vagabonds

They will stare and say how empty we are

How the freedom we had turned us up as dead men



Let us be cold, make us weak

Let us, because we all have ears

Let us, because we all have eyes

Good God



4X

How they knew that this would happen

They knew, they knew that this would



Good God, can you still get us home 8X



How can we still get home 4X (I'm not dreaming)

We're forgetting our forgiveness 4X