Lyrics:

Let’s go down to the market corner
And find out what they have to offer
And watch the people chase after wind
Wisdom’s calling and no one is on line
If belief is seeing then everyone’s blind
The air is thick but their breath is growing thin

Open mouths from vows of silence
Wage a war against our violence
Let your blood come and make us kin

Let’s go down to the silent picture
And fit the screen in plastic figures
Listen closely to what their words convey
But gears are moving at the speed of currents
At the bottom of the ocean of divine occurrence
Love is calling us out of our graves

Take us from six feet under
Wake us from our cursed slumber
Let your blood flow through our veins

We don’t know it You refine us
When we don’t see it You remind us
We don’t’ search it but you will find us
When we don’t feel it let the truth remind us
Just how much we need You to atone

Don’t go down to the silent picture
Don’t fill your cup from broken cisterns
Don’t follow suit of the ones who’ve gone astray
Love is calling us out of our graves