You’re building a ship with no sails and setting out to brave the open sea
You’re standing for your God by becoming something so far off
Don’t you see the irony?
He gave me a train with no tracks, with no wood to build or burn for steam
Despite all I lack, if I derail he’ll turn his back
Don’t you see the irony?
If the blind can see you and the lame can meet you, will the dead embrace you if you never gave them the means to believe?
That makes no sense to me
He gave me a voice that speaks out, but paired it with a mind that’s filled with doubt
If I’m to find the sun, I need something more than song to pull me from this cave of questioning
Give me sand to build a home and watch all the walls fall on me
I can’t change what I am, lions always kill the lambs
Don’t you see the irony?
Don’t you see the irony?
If the blind can see you and the lame can meet you, will the dead embrace you if you never gave them the means to believe?
That makes no sense to me
Will I embrace you?
Will you ever give me the means to believe?
Answer me, please
