All our silver and our gold, all our sweet illusions,
All our heroes have gone down like Babylon,
I can feel a winter's chill as the flowers fade away.
Oh, and there is no other hope, but you, (no one else to cry to)
And nothing left for us to do, but turn to you,
There is no other just and true, (no one else can help us now)
There is no other hope, but you.
You.
So we fall down on our knees, with our faces hidden,
And our shame unveiled, and seen by all the world,
Lying naked in our sin, no one else to run to now.
Oh, oh, and there is no other hope, but you, (no one else to cry to)
And nothing left for us to do, but turn to you,
There is no other just and true, (no one else can help us now)
There is no other hope, but you.
All we, like sheep, have wandered away,
All we have sinned and fallen,
Save us, save us.
There is no other hope, but you, (no one else to cry to)
And nothing left for us to do, but turn to you,
There is no other just and true, (no one else can help us now)
There is no other hope, but you,
There is no other hope, but you, (no one else to cry to)
And nothing left for us to do, but turn to you,
There is no other just and true, (no one else can help us now)
There is no other hope, but you.
(no one else to cry to)
And nothing left for us to do, but turn to you,
There is no other just and true, (no one else can help us now)
There is no other hope,
There is no other hope, but you,
But you.
