god changed the way that you talk
now you talk more like him
god changed the way that i walk
now i walk with a limp
and i tasted honey and milk
from the land that he built
and i must admit i got ill
from the manna that fell
and i know you think that you're right
but you might not be right
and i know you think that i'm wrong -
and i might be wrong -
but i might not be wrong
i might not be wrong
and you prayed to god for some rain
spent days on your face
but when finally the rain never came
i blamed god; you blamed your lack of faith
and i tasted honey and milk
it tasted like shit
and he'll feel his way to my heart
like a room in the dark
but if he finds himself in my head
i hope he stays there instead
and if god knows i'm wandering in night
why won't he let there be light?
and if god knows i'm stumbling in night
why won't he let there be light?
let there be light