It's not animal, no, not instinct that tells you to turn the cheek,
Not from yourself alone, no, not intellect; it was written on your heart,
Is it erotica? Is it divine?
Our way is not like his way,
Question yourself, question your mind - that's a good start tonight.
I must live phileo, I must die for phileo,
I must stretch out my hand,
Stretch out my hand.
Phileo, phileo, phileo, phileo,
That's a good start tonight.
Times we're living in: times of hunger, pilgrims longing for escape,
Wicked, and desperate for false solutions the ways of the heart won't legislate,
How will they know us?
How will they know him when we hold back grace?
All the neighbours, all the nations, thirsty for the taste.
I must live phileo, I must die for phileo,
I must stretch out my hand,
Stretch out my hand.
Phileo, phileo, phileo, phileo,
That's a good start tonight.
Woman whose husband has gone,
Child who has no home,
Don't have to listen if we turn up the trumpets, mic the cymbals.
