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