Green, I've seen,
As jealous as anything,
Blue, it's true
Weep to sleep over you.
I feel and I kill.
The sea in me,
Toss me up, around indeed.
I will be still.
It's all chasing, racing,
Often crazy; does it show?
But I've been praying lately,
Christ will slow me,
Free, I know.
Red, I'm dead,
"Grief has got me," so I've said,
Clear to hear,
however gone, I could be near.
I will be filled.
It's all chasing, racing,
Often crazy; does it show? (grab me, that I might be awake)
But I've been praying lately,
Christ will slow me,
Free, I know. (slow me, as I am running way too fast)
The wind in sin,
On my hands, instead again...
Instil your will.
It's all chasing, racing,
Often crazy; does it show? (grab me, that I might be awake)
But I've been praying lately,
Christ will slow me,
Free, I know, (slow me, as I am running way too fast)
It's all chasing, racing,
Often crazy; does it show? (grab me, that I might be awake)
But I've been praying lately,
Christ will slow me,
Free, I know. (slow me, as I am running way too fast)
