Good God.
If Your song leaves our lips,
If Your work leaves our hands,
Then we will be wanderers and vagabonds
They will stare and say how empty we are,
How the freedom we had
Turned us up as dead men

Let us be cold, make us weak
Let us, because we all have ears,
Let us, because we all have eyes,
Good God

How they knew that this would happen
They knew, they knew that this would
How they knew that this would happen
They knew, they knew that this would
We're [bad word] down

Good God,
Can You still get us home?
Good God,
Can You still get us home?

How can we still get home?
How can we still get home?
I'm not dreaming!
We're forgetting our forgiveness
We're forgetting our forgiveness