| Why can’t I break out of the past
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| Take a walk in the park where I’m free
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| All the time wasted, pushing you back
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| Am I passing on this disease?
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| All my thoughts twisted, breaking on the rocks
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| Where they fall into no form at all
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| What am I doing, what have I got
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| Do I have half the heart that I call
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| Love, do you know me?
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| Have you looked on my face?
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| Am I full of your grace?
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| Oh, Love
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| Would you show me
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| How to walk next to you?
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| How to be less the fool that I am?
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| Ooh, bend
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| Would anyone I meet be able to see?
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| That I’ve studied your time tested way
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| All the great thinkers, one’s who had faith
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| And the King who gave his life away
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| What about mercy giving in
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| Do I live up to all that I claim?
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| What am I showing on my skin
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| Do I glow like the morning sun rays
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| Oh, the question here is
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| When I’ve had a chance to see
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| Is the problem I face
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| Is it everything, everything, everything me
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| Inconsistency oh, I’m such a child
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| I preach Heaven and peace
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| While my mouth goes wild
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| I’m a paradox, a fool, forked tongue
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| I ask God to forgive me for what I have done
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Oh, oh, bend
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| Ah, ah
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| Oh, bend |