| Shattered in history
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| Shattered in paint
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| Oh, and the lengths that I’d
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| Stay up late
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| But brought to my space
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| The wonderful things I’ve learned to waste
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| I shoulda known, that I shouldn’t hide
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| To compromise and to covet all what’s inside
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| There is no design, you’ll have to decide
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| If you’ll come to know if I’m the faithful kind
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| Time and again
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| (Got all that I need)
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| Time to be brave
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| Content to the phrases
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| That at dawn we ain’t mazes
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| Just some kind of pages
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| This for my sister, that for my maple
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| It’s not knowing the road I’d known as a child of God
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| Nor to become stable
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| (So what if I lose, I’m satisfied)
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| Am I dependent in what I’m defending
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| And do we get to know what faith provides
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| Fold your hands into mine
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| I did my believing
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| Seeing every time
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| I know it’s lonely in the dark
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| And this year’s a visitor
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| And we have to know that faith declines
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| I’m not all out of mine |