She caught the melting

sky It burned but still

the winter passes by and

by To the other side

A slow parade of wind

That blows through threes

That wilted with

the season's children

Are we saved by the

words of bastard saints

Do we live in fear or

faith Tell me now

who's behind the rain...

A maze of tangled grace

The symptoms

of ' for real' are

crumbling from embrace

But still we chase...

the shadows of belief

And new religion clouds

our visions of the roots

of our souls

Are we ashamed

of our own fate

Or play the fool for

our own sake Tell me

who's behind the rain...

What do we need

where do we go

When we get

where we don't know

Why should we doubt

the virgin white of fallen

snow When faith's our

shelter from the cold...

What do we need

where do we go

When we get

where we don't know

Why should we doubt

the virgin white of fallen

snow When faith's our

shelter from the cold...

Quicksand Jesus

I'm so far away

without you

Quicksand Jesus

I'm so far away

without you

Quicksand Jesus

I'm so far away away...

Quicksand Jesus

I'm so far away...

Quicksand Jesus

I need you

Quicksand Jesus

I believe you

Quicksand Jesus

I ' m s o f a r a w a y . . .