Mystery girl runs away to a harlot city's hard embrace, seeking what's been advertised: all the life that's been denied,
A fever burns in every joint, a plea in every needlepoint: communion.
Can you have a perfect lover without understanding love?
Can you see a brighter future without seeking what you hide?
And I understand that simple truth is deeper than is wide, still I know...
Sometimes its harder than it seems,
Sometimes its harder than it seems.
Mystery girl walks alone through the doors a hundred offerings made,
Hear the echo, touch the wood as a deeper longing longs for good,
And as the candle leaves your hand, feel the warmth and understand communion.
Can you have a perfect lover without understanding love?
Can you see a brighter future without seeking what you hide?
And I understand the simple truth is deeper than is wide, still I know...
Sometimes it harder than it seems,
Sometimes it's harder than it seems,
And you're wanting to believe,
Sometimes it's harder than it seems.
Shame is like a blister: every step will make it worse,
And the vessels of your great escape have all but disappeared,
And you hear the saviour call you to a life beyond your means,
And I know even a simple faith is harder than it seems, it seems.
Can you have a perfect lover without understanding love?
Can you see a brighter future without seeking what you hide?
And I understand a simple truth is deeper than is wide, still I know...
Sometimes it harder than it seems,
Sometimes it's harder than it seems,
And you're wanting to believe,
Sometimes it's harder than it seems.
