Tekst :
Who can hold the stars
And my weary heart ?
Who can see everything ?
I ve fallen so hard
Sometimes I feel so far
But not beyond Your reach.
I could climb a mountain
Swim the ocean, do anything
But it s when You hold me
That I start unfolding
And all that I can say is
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Whatever s in front of me
Help me to sing hallelujah.
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Whatever s in front of me
I choose to sing hallelujah.
The same sun that
Rises over castles, welcomes the day
Spills over buildings, into the streets
Where orphans play
And only You
Can see the good
In broken things
You took my heart of stone
And You made it home
Set this prisoner free...
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Whatever s in front of me
Help me to sing hallelujah.
Oh, hallelujah
Hallelujah
Whatever s in front of me
I choose to sing hallelujah
(Hallelujah)
Help me to sing hallelujah...
(Hallelujah)
Ohhhh
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Whatever s in front of me
Help me to sing hallelujah
Oh, hallelujah
Hallelujah
Whatever s in front of me
I choose to sing hallelujah
Oh, hallelujah
Hallelujah
Whatever s in front of me
I choose to sing hallelujah
Tekst :
Hey poor, you don t have to be poor anymore
Jesus is here!
In the name of Jesus (Alleluia!)
Feel like your life is going nowhere
Ten seconds... stand by
Jesus is the Son of God
Come in Jesus (Alleluia!)
Oh God! I m a sinner!
I deserve to go to hell (Alleluia!)
No sex until marriage!
Oh God I m a sinner, I deserve to go to hell
The bible said you keep him out in the lie
In the name of Jesus
Jesus is the Son of God
In the name of Jesus (Alleluia!)
Hey poor, you don t have to be poor anymore
Jesus is here! (Don t tell the devil)
Tekst :
It s cold again it looks like rain
A procession of humanity, strikingly simian
Saunters by, I can t explain
Why it s troubling to see them so
Better than who we are with mania and yearning for and learning from
Better than holiness and candy aisles of loneliness and sweet revenge
A cigarette, a memory
All connections to the permanent are burning
The pedestal gets in the way
And cannot withstand our honest scrutiny
Better than who we are with mania and yearning for and learning from
Better than holiness and candy aisles of loneliness and sweet revenge
Do you feel the chill of December
In the rioting of Spring?
And are we made of anything other than clay?
A leap, a fight, a secret rite,
The lonely quest for meaning and the universe is dreaming