I see now
We're all that's left
I can't hold my breath
For something else
We gave in
Gave up on hope
We left them length enough in rope
To free themselves
Then I woke to find you here
I felt the light
Saw you take the fire inside
Break the silence wide
I thought I died
Died in my sleep
Ooh,ooh,ooh,ooh
How can this be?
No witness
No means to end
We cannot wait to keep this in
To free ourselves
Then I woke to find you here
I felt the light
Saw you take the fire inside
Break the silence wide
I thought I died
Died in my sleep
Ooh,ooh,ooh,ooh
How can this be?
Died
Died in my sleep
Ooh,ooh,ooh,ooh
How can this be?
Died
Died in my sleep
Ooh,ooh,ooh,ooh
How can this be?
Died (Died)
Died in my sleep (Died in my sleep)
Ooh,ooh,ooh,ooh (Ooh,ooh,ooh,ooh)
How can this be? (How can this be?)
Died (Died)
Died in my sleep (Died in my sleep)
Ooh,ooh,ooh,ooh (Ooh,ooh,ooh,ooh)
How can this be? (How can this be?)
“I believe we, being followers of Christ, have done a fairly abysmal job of witnessing in recent years. Our voice is anything but unified and our methods often inspire more laughter than contemplation. We’ve become fluent in putting our collective foot in our mouth when we dare to say anything at all.
Miraculously, and despite all this, we still see people turning to Christ. Though it may not happen as often as we would hope, the fact that it does happen is such dark times is a testament to the power of God himself – His ability to transcend that divide caused by the rest of us. When I hear these stories, sometimes it’s hard to believe. The older I get, the more it seems everyone has made up their mind with regards to faith."
