She caught the melting sky
It burned but still the winter passes by and by
To the other side
A slow parade of wind
That blows through trees
That wilted with the season's children
Are we saved by the words of bastard saints?
Do we live in fear or faith?
Tell me now who's behind the rain
A maze of tangled grace
The symptoms of for real
Are crumbling from embrace
But still we chase
The shadows of belief
And new religion clouds our visions of the roots
Of our souls
Are we ashamed of our own fate?
Or play the fool for our own sake?
Tell me who's behind the rain
What do we need?
Where do we go?
When we get where we don't know
Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow?
When faith's our shelter from the cold
What do we need?
Where do we go?
When we get where we don't know
Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow?
When faith's our shelter from the cold
Quicksand Jesus
I'm so far away without you
Quicksand Jesus
I'm so far away without you
Quicksand Jesus
I'm so far away, away
Quicksand Jesus
I'm so far away
Quicksand Jesus
I need you
Quicksand Jesus
I believe you
Quicksand
I'm so far away
Take me away
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