Calm down. Be Still.
We`ve got plenty of time to kill.
No hand writing on the wall:
Just the voice that`s in us all.
And you`re whispering to me,
Time to get up off my hands and knees,
`Cause if i beg for it, it won`t come.
I find nothing but table crumbs.
My hands are empty.
God I`ve been naive.
All I need is everything.
Inside, outside, feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.
Slow down. Hold still.
It`s not as if it`s a matter of will.
Someone`s circling.
Someone`s moving a little lower than the angels.
This voice calling me to you:
It`s just barely coming through.
Still, I clearly hear my name.
I`ve been fingering the flame like tomorrow`s martyr.
It gets harder to believe.
All I need is everything.
Inside, outside, feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.
So from now till kingdom come,
Taste the words on the tip of my tongue.
`Cause we can`t run truth out of town,
Only force it underground.
The roots grow deeper in ways we can`t conceive.
All I need is everything.
Inside, outside feel new skin.
All I need is everything.
Feel the slip and the grip of grace again.