Is this the strange feeling of you working all to good?
'Cause I am so confused, don't even ask for what I should,
When I asked for, and deserved, stone, you broke and gave your body as bread,
And even the stone that dropped down and rolled away spoke of the one who bled.
There you go, working good from my bad,
There you go, making robes from my rags,
There you go, melting crowns from my calves,
There you go, working good of all I have, 'til all I have's not that bad.
When I asked for, deserved, serpents, you gave a net full of fish,
And even the serpent that told the lie, when lifted high, foretold the gift.
There you go, working good from my bad,
There you go, making robes from my rags,
There you go, melting crowns from my calves,
There you go, working good of all I have, 'til all I have is not that bad.
For you so loved the unlovable that you gave the ineffable,
Whoso believes the unbelievable will gain the unattainable.
There you go, working good from my bad,
There you go, making robes from my rags,
There you go, melting crowns from my calves,
There you go, working good of all I have.
There you go, there you go,
There you go, there you go.
