Letra de «This Mystery»
Say goodnight to the light of the setting sun
One more day, one more way
Of keeping track of all I've done
I run this race, keep this pace I'm doing fine And I won't stop until each box Gets checked a second time
And life becomes the round and round Revolving door that won't slow down It won't slow down
Do You wish, do You want us to breathe again? Say goodbye to the lines that we've coloured in Brown and grey from day to day Do You cry, do You hope for all things made new? Try and try to invoke us to live in You That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery
This routine is nice and clean from dawn to dusk I rise and rest, I do my best When will it ever be enough?
And life becomes the bigger noise Drowning out Your little voice Your little voice, Jesus
Do You wish, do You want us to breathe again? Say goodbye to the lines that we've coloured in Brown and grey from day to day Do You cry, do You hope for all things made new? Try and try to invoke us to live in You That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery
We take stock, and we punch the clock And we make sure all those zeros have balanced in the end
Do You wish, do You want us to breathe again? Say goodbye to the lines that we've coloured in Brown and grey from day to day Do You cry, do You hope for all things made new? Try and try to invoke us to live in You That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery
I run this race, keep this pace I'm doing fine And I won't stop until each box Gets checked a second time
And life becomes the round and round Revolving door that won't slow down It won't slow down
Do You wish, do You want us to breathe again? Say goodbye to the lines that we've coloured in Brown and grey from day to day Do You cry, do You hope for all things made new? Try and try to invoke us to live in You That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery
This routine is nice and clean from dawn to dusk I rise and rest, I do my best When will it ever be enough?
And life becomes the bigger noise Drowning out Your little voice Your little voice, Jesus
Do You wish, do You want us to breathe again? Say goodbye to the lines that we've coloured in Brown and grey from day to day Do You cry, do You hope for all things made new? Try and try to invoke us to live in You That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery
We take stock, and we punch the clock And we make sure all those zeros have balanced in the end
Do You wish, do You want us to breathe again? Say goodbye to the lines that we've coloured in Brown and grey from day to day Do You cry, do You hope for all things made new? Try and try to invoke us to live in You That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery