From the recording Grace
An honest look in the mirror, there's forgetting who we are
In a moment without make-believe, revealing every line and every scar
Driven by our empty-places, we try and cover up what is
All these efforts fall like ashes, masquerade that turns to dust
Rearrange the chairs on the deck of a ship that's going down
Painting up the walls of a house that's in the middle of a burning town
We're only fooling ourselves.
Some days I cannot see You, some days I hardly hear Your voice
What is this hazy land I've traveled to, me and my unfaithful heart?
In the land of good intentions, surrounded by these hollow smiles
I'm a traitor if I'm broken, wear the mask and close your eyes
This aching that I feel, reminding what is real and what is fleeting
Causing me to see that His desire for me is my freedom
It's a wonder, it's a mystery, how You love me...
Even now, even now...