my words never have been directed to the sky hear me now, rust my thrill hear the broken man's cry
my nerves are strings in the harp of pain here i stand, Lord, hear my prayer
and take it higher, come take it higher
where's this good God described in the Bible? don't let me see her name in marble!
i'm quite good at being broken inside i won't look back following Orpheus's track who's gonna save Saviours on their way if there's no one there to hear humble prayer?
prove me wrong then, mark bright spot in my soul, if i have one - take your toll...
and take in higher, come take it don't let her stand in line with condemned please take my breath, my whole life instead!
As sun went down, I saw its shame, 'cause it hadn't nothing to say, so you're there!
I've never been looking for you, yet here I am... Trying to pretend that... I always have.
Maybe this is how this way is build... Mine to you and yours to her. This crop is too young to be yield. This place shall see my first prayer.
I'm not the one to build the ark... Or lead your people out of the dark. But long may live my words of shame May Pain give back my child to me! He cries over my wounds, you see... To pour more salt in them, meanly.
So are you there? So are you there?
Well, I've done my prayer, yet you remain silent. Well, I've done my prayer, yet you remain silent!
And if there's any God above... ...than he's a cruel, silent one.
And long may live my words of shame... May Pain give back my child to me...