Sick of empty banks, tanks and pockets,
Why is it all revolving around this?
I know I should trust in you,
Pour me...
Pour me, me...
Pour me a bucket from your river of love,
Pour me a bucket from your river of love.
Risen you are, holy you are, the giver of life,
The giver of light, the lover of souls, the doer of righteousness.
Pour me a bucket from your river of love,
Pour me a bucket from your river of love,
Pour me a bucket from your river of love.
Fill it to the bone,
Knock away the tainted view; it keeps me from ever living,
Pour me...
Pour me...
Pour me...
Pour me a bucket from your river of love,
Your love, love,
Pour me a bucket from your river of love,
Your river of love,
Pour me a bucket from your...
Pour me a river of love,
Pour me a bucket from your...a bucket from your river of love,
Your river of love,
Your river of love,
Your river of love,
Your river of love,
Your river of love,
Your river of love,
Pour me a bucket from your river of love.
