When you stood there As the glaze grown over your eyes Still waiting and nervously gazing out Through the pines
I'm sure you got a little tired of standing Like a man with a stick (pike) in his hands In the mountains
Rest your tired feet And take in life with me [x2]
So justice is far from us And righteousness
We look for the light But all is dark We walk deep into the shadows
Like the blind, we grope Feeling our way, Like men without eyes
Stumbling towards the light Among the strong Stumbling towards the light We're like the dead, we're like the dead
We moan mournfully like doves (We're like the dead, we're like the dead) Looking for justice, but finding none (We're like the dead, we're like the dead)
Deliverance is not far away from us [x2]
The evidence is clear to me You gave yourself so willingly Where are you now? [x2]
If you want to take what He's given, But you can't go to sleep. He'll throw you back into the river Clean and washed of all your deeds