Lyrics:
Looked in your eyes
They were burning like cigarettes
On top of the hay
They could resurrect a Lazarus
Up from the grave
That somehow made you cry
The both of your hands
Were rough like a carpenter's
So accustomed to nails and to hammers
Never without those nails
Would cut inside
Oh, your hands that I blessed one holy, holy night
But we found your grace
It was waiting inside of a dead, dark place
With few survivors
It seems that you lived
In places I reckoned you wouldn't
Know that we saw
When people, they had no hope
Then you changed my eyes
Into flaming kaleidoscopes
I saw something that I thought
For sure was fiction
Oh, the peace that you brought me erased all my convictions
There was a knife
Buried deep inside the
Part of our hearts where
We learned how to love something
Other than us
It was built on a sandy shore
Hoping the waves wouldn't come to the door
And greet us with disdain and heaviness
Redemption washing away all the thoughts
We had ran to
Well you rescued me from my disbelief
Would you please rescue me from being a thief
The things that we'll learn of when it's the end
The dust collects
Yeah, dust it upsets
And we are lonely dust at best
But you can bring dust back to life again
Know the whole world that dust will walk again
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