The Beginning · letra

Verse 1

I used to dream that I could fly Just above the whispered clouds Beneath the somber sky I had a dream I was alive I dreamt that love would never die, goodbye Dreams were cheap and hope was easy (So light) The forgeries of life deceiving (So bright) And as I glided to the ground (So long) Calcified, the concrete weighed me down (Cruel, cruel world)

Chorus

Your wings are holding up the sky Dear God, I had dreamt that I could fly

Verse 2

Alkaline the burning frost Has blistered deep beneath my bones And winter spat its hatred Cold and coiled, black and deep As it called me ever further Where evil burns and never sleeps I once had prayers that found no words Fragile things I've never spoken Through my lips passed eulogies For all the oaths that I have broken Still the ghost of hope was haunting Through the dark to save the living And still beneath it all I dreamt That God could be forgiving

Chorus

Your wings are holding up the sky Dear God, I dreamt that I could fly

Bridge: Verse 1 of When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

When I survey the wondrous cross On which the prince of glory died My richest gain I count but loss And pour contempt on all my pride

Verse 3

I am the worst of all things here My crooked, black and lying heart Still spits its bitter fear, fear And each and every sparrow They flutter to the ground before they die So please God don't forget me

Bridge 2: Spoken

"I have been with you all along, you have not noticed me" Nervosa now felt more ashamed than ever before "Why would you still care enough to save me Even after seeing the horrible things I have done? Why do you remain here even now?" She asked, sobbing "Because, here is where you are," the Lamb said softly "And I long to be with you"

Bridge 3: From verse 3 of When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

See from His head, His hands, His feet Sorrow and love flow mingled down Did e'er such love and sorrow meet Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Outro: From verse 6 of When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

To Christ, who won for sinners' grace By bitter grief and anguish sore Be praise from all the ransomed race Forever and forevermore