Dear Lord, you see the answer in us
I'd like to believe that someday I'll be touched by your grace
And become wise your servant
He cries under the divine grace
He waits by the lonely graves
He cries unto the divine grace
He waits by the lonely graves
Oh, may you hear me
I've lost the sound of your voice
Forgiveness is what I'm begging for
But sick men always fails to redeem
They ere between holiness and depravity
Between instinct and faith
With their deafened senses
They try to fill the grace
And in the end
Aren't all things and being meant to be washed and to vanish
While becoming part of the past
So can we really save each others?
He cries under the divine grace
(Can we really save each others?)
He waits by the lonely graves
(Can we really save each others?)
He cries under the divine grace
He waits by the lonely graves
He cries under the divine grace
(I like to believe to that someday I be touched by your grace)
He waits by the lonely graves
He cries under the divine grace
And after all this time
I realize that muddy waters are maybe the holiest ones
Because they are so full of life
So let's be muddy together
And finally forgive ourselves
And finally forgive ourselves