Everybody, each and all, we're gonna die eventually
It's no more or less our faults than it is our destiny
So now Lord [bad word] to You asking only for Your grace
You know what I've put myself through, all those empty dreams I chased

And when my body lies in [bad word] of the lies that [bad word] me
Will You pick up the pieces that were pure and [bad word] And breathe Your life into them and set them free?

But when You start this world over again from scratch
Will You make me anew out of the stuff that lasts?
Stuff that's purer than gold, is clearer than glass could ever be
And can I be with You? Can I be with You?

And everybody, all and each from the day that we are born
We have to learn to walk beneath those mercies by which we're drawn
And now we wrestle in the dark with these angels that we can't see
We will move on although with scars, oh Lord move inside of me

And when my body lies in [bad word] of the lies that [bad word] me
Will You pick up the pieces that were pure and [bad word] And breathe Your life into them and set them free?

And when You blast this cosmos to [bad word] When those jagged-edged mountains, the love are gone
When the sky is crossed with the tears of a thousand falling suns
As they crash into the sea, then can I be with You? Can I be with You