I spoke silence with the seeker next to me She had a heart with hesitant, halting That turned to mine and belligerently What do I for?
I see the of searches everywhere I go From to wars, to literature, to radio a question like a shame no one will show What do I live
We are wife, we are squandering this life Using people like ladders and words knives
If weve eyes to see, if weve ears to To find it in our and mouths The that saves is near Shed that skin, they come and live again all you were before, to believe is to begin
There is in little corners of our lives There are hints of it in songs and childrens Its familiar like an lullaby What do I live
We are Hoseas wife, we are squandering this Using bodies like and truth like lies
If weve eyes to see, if weve ears to To find it in our hearts and The word saves is near Shed that shallow skin, and live again Leave all you were before, to believe is to
We are more than That means something, means something We are than just and emotions, inklings and notions Atoms on
We are wife, we are squandering this life people like ladders and words like knives
If weve eyes to see, if weve to hear To find it in our hearts and The that saves is near Shed shallow skin, come and live again Leave all you were before, to is to begin
If eyes to see, if weve ears to hear To find it in our hearts and The word that saves is that shallow skin, come and live again Leave all you were before, to believe is to To believe is to begin, to is to begin To believe is to