When this fleeting limelight fades, and we're alone again, what name will your heart speak?
What is true?
What is real? - not what you feel, what you know eternally.
Ten years running blind and aimlessly, warming by the fires of bridges burned,
Ten thousand peering eyes that can only see the show, the smile, the face I allow,
How many more break beneath the surface?
Young and bold, but blind and led by blind,
His person missed beyond his name,
Was this the hope when we began - a tragic generation of faithless children and forgotten love?
I know I'd hoped for some other, higher purpose.
What is true, and what is real?
Passed what you might feel, what do you know eternally?
And when this fleeting limelight fades, and we're alone again, what name will your heart speak?
And if you see me on the way down, would you smile and send me on my way?
And if you see me headed down, is there something more between you and I?
Something higher, something higher.
I want to be real again,
I want you,
Father, be real in me.
And if I see you on the way down, I'll lift your name up up into his care,
And if I see you heading down, I'll do what I can to lift you up again.
Burn us clean, refine this world away,
Make your self real in me,
Make us to live as you would.
