Who's your calm
Who's your storm
who's the peace in your soul's war
Who's your relief, your retreat
who's side do you root for
Does it really make sense
Living life upon the fence
Are you really question-less
Do you yearn
Do you hope
In some systematic joke
Where's the cure for your disease
In some Nietche-esque philosophy
Does it really make sense
Finding meaning in the meaningless
I can't ignore the evidence
Chorus
Too many miracles to hide
Too many broekn brought to life
Too many lives are being changed
Too many to make the cross a lie
Too many hearts have been set free
Too many wanderers retrieved
Too many reasons to believe
Are you free
Or are you caged
Are you cynical of grace
'Cause to believe in nothing great
Is the greatest kind of faith
Does it really make sense
Finding beauty in the bitterness
I still can't ignore the evidence
Chorus
Too many reasons to believe
Too many reasons to believe
Too many reasons to believe
