When the white flag sails covered in streaks of light
there'll be an endless sea of us rising up,
and the preacher man, and the preacher's son
stand on and on, just like everyone.
Me longing to be free, I'll let you fade away.
We shed some many dreams, don't let them fade away.
In the hands of love we carry home
stronger than we started,
We're ashamed of the trail behind us,
weakest is the blinded.
Who we are comes alive, yeah,
who we are comes to life.
When the water spills the glass will break,
It drips like tears rubbing up your face.
And the hands will crawl for the dance of war,
but the saints of joy, their bickering will soar.
Me longing to be free, I'll let you fade away.
We shed some many dreams, don't let them fade away.
In the hands of love we carry home
stronger than we started,
We're ashamed of the trail behind us,
weakest is the blinded.
Who we are comes alive, yeah,
who we are comes to life.
Me longing to be free, I'll let you fade away.
In the hands of love we carry home
stronger than we started,
We're ashamed of the trail behind us,
weakest is the blinded.
Who we are comes alive, yeah,
who we are comes to life.
We come alive, we come alive.
We come alive, we come alive.
We come to life.
