Far-off hymns and funeral marches sound the same again.
My ears are worn and weary strangers in a strange land
and I need a new song. I need a new song.
All I am is breath and vapor and shadow.
All I have is what I need and this I know.
I need a new song - I need a new song.
Waiting in the night for you. Burning in the sky for you.
There's an aching in my body, within my lungs.
This web of bones around my heart is coming undone.
I need a new song. I need a new song. I'm waiting in the night
for you - burning the sky for you. Waiting in the night for you
I'm burning in the sky for you. Words are failing... my melodies
falter; my voice is breaking; my heart is burning...
Because blessing and honour, and glory, and power and praise and
worship. They belong to you.
I need a new song.
I need a new song.
I need a new song...
