Brad Borch - Pointing at the Moon Lyrics

A candle's gentle light
An inferno's deadly flame
Illuminate incinerate
One and the same

However pure your heart
Or noble your intention
You won't find the right answer
If you ask the wrong question

Signs in the dust
Relics tombs and graves
Strange painted icons
In the catacombs and caves
Symbols linger
Meaning fades too soon
You're staring at my finger
But I'm pointing at the moon
Pointing at the moon
Pointing at the moon
You're staring at my finger
But I'm pointing at the moon

Describe the sound of rain
Define the color red
Explain an itch, a pain
The weather in your head

We need a map
As big as the sky
To bridge the gap
Between we and I

Signs in the dust
Relics tombs and graves
Strange painted icons
In the catacombs and caves
Symbols linger
Meaning fades too soon
You're staring at my finger
But I'm pointing at the moon
Pointing at the moon
Pointing at the moon
You're staring at my finger
But I'm pointing at the moon

You make the news a deal
It was never meant to be
You believe that it's real
But it's just real poetry

The only thing that's left
Is the right to be free
To worship a Jesus
Who doesn't look like me

Signs in the dust
Relics tombs and graves
Strange painted icons
In the catacombs and caves
Symbols linger
Meaning fades too soon
You're staring at my finger
But I'm pointing at the moon
Pointing at the moon
Pointing at the moon
You're staring at my finger
But I'm pointing at the moon