She caught the melting skyIt burned but still the winter passesby and byTo the other side
A slow parade of windThat blows through threesThat wilted with the season´s childrenAre we saved by the wordsof bastard saintsDo we live in fear or faithTell me now who´s behind the rain
A maze of tangled graceThe symptoms of ´for real´ arecrumbling from embraceBut still we chase..the shadowsof beliefAnd new religion clouds our visions ofthe roots of our souls
Are we ashamed of our own fateOr play the fool for our own sakeTell me who´s behind the rain
What do we need where do we goWhen we get where we don´t knowWhy should we doubt the virgin whiteof fallen snowWhen faith´s our shelter from the cold
Quicksand Jesus I´m so far awaywithout youQuicksand Jesus I´m so far awaywithout youQuicksand Jesus I´m so far awaywithout you
Quicksand Jesus I need youQuicksand Jesus I belive youQuicksand Jesus I´m so far away
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