Blessed by a church you molded with your hands..they send you up that
hill..while you wait for change..a clever distraction..you lose your
name and all its worth..but something does change..we blame the ones we
love..a clever lie..i'll keep running after you..but i always seem to
stumble over what i've become..i'll keep running after you..there
something healing in the silence when i'm alone with you..his church is
the body but where is the blood..he's centering himself inside castles
built with mud..he's full of cheap cheap grace..but as for faith..he
has none..i'll keep running after you..but i always seem to stumble
over what i've become..i'll keep running after you..there something
healing in the silence when i'm alone with you..mon dieu it's a
celebration..cause im coming back to you.im coming back..i'll keep
running after you..but i always seem to stumble over what i've
become..i'll keep running after you..there something healing in the
silence when i'm alone with you..cause in our faith we come together
and make a change for the better..i was living alone.i cannot tell you
why..but i found out..i love you more