Saturday, January 30, 2010

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.
How they knew that this would happen,
We're so run down..
Good God! Can you still get us home?
How can we still get home?
I'm not dreaming
We're forgetting our forgiveness .

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