Oh it's not hard to know what you're thinking
As you look down on me now
Your trance of love is seeking
To turn this world around
But in this state of blind confusion
No god can pull me out
Then I see Your love is willing
To turn me inside out
Then I see you there with your arms open wide
And you're trying to embrace me
These lonely tears I cry they keep me in chains
And I wish they'd release me
Cold is the night but colder still is the heart
Made of stone turned from clay
And if you follow me
You'd see all the black, all the white fade to grey
Spinning, twisted, ignorant bliss
Falling farther out of grace
Crawling closer to the dust
Won't you save me from myself