We're tossing pennies in the well
empty pockets all turned out.
Happy, shining, blessed are the ones who hunger;
and when our poverty is plain, I try to burn it in my brain,
trace a line around your face to paint a picture.
So further up & further in - we have nowhere else to go.
As we plant the seeds of toil & tears, it's beauty we will sow.
Blessed are the ones, oh blessed are the ones. Blessed are the hungry ones.
Let's build a house with turned out doors, so we can share what love affords,
& pour ourselves out like a wine we've been saving
So when our well is running dry, or when we raise our glasses high -
happy, shining are the faces of the thirsty. So further up & further in,
we've nowhere else to go. Would you give us seeds of toil & tears?
It's beauty we will sow. Blessed are the ones, oh blessed are the ones,
blessed are the thirsty ones.
Love is all we need. So further up and further in, we got no place else to go;
and when all we have is what we need, it's joy that we will sow.
Blessed are the ones, oh, blessed are the ones, blessed are the hungry ones
