Once (someting) I bought a house. For the sake to never voice my burning doubts. I still can hear my brothers shouts from the roof top of the four walled house.

I wanna sing without her to fill my mouth then tomorrow I shall deliver this over.

Will I be made glorified?
Will I need a candle to carry your light?
Will I be made glorified?
Will you dance at the sound of your cry?

From the right of the (something) that steadied out your breathing and keep your heart at a constant beating. For all we search for the hidden meaning of looking to the stars to paradise when it's in the very air we're breathing.

Then come this (something) cuz my spirit can't contain much bleeding, not like this that we're dreaming of. Because all we got is (something)!

(2X)

Will I be made glorifie?
Will I need a candle to carry your light?

Will I be made glorified?
Will you dance at the sound of your cry?
(Oh)