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arms nailed down
are you telling me something
eyes turned out
are you looking for someone
this is the one thing
the one thing that I know
blood-stained brow
are you dying for nothing
flesh and blood
is it so elemental
this is the one thing
the one thing that I know
blood-stained brow
he wasn't broken for nothing
arms nailed down
he didn't die for nothing
this is the one thing
the one thing that I know
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the marionetter has your number
pulling your arms and legs
'til you can't stand on your own
dragging your conscience on the stage
and your heart gets rearranged
and you cannot tell your mentor from your maker
look at the crowds bleeding with laughter
over the way you entertain at beck and call
they don't see behind the lights
or the painted backgrounds
they just like to see you fall
but you don't really mind
'cause you're just wasting time
you can't feel anything
you're a boy on a string
i feel a sadness like gapetto
watching the life that he created run away
seeing the puppeteer's intrusion
and holding the remains
of puppets that had rotted away
one day the curtain will not open
and all of the crowds will go away
someday those strings will choke you
but until that day
but you don't really mind
'cause you're just wasting time
you can't feel anything
you're a boy on a string
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images on the sidewalk speak of dream's decent
washed away by storms to graves of cynical lament
dirty canvases to call my own
protest limericks carved by the old pay phone
in your picture book I'm trying hard to see
turning endless pages of this tragedy
sculpting every move you compose a symphony
you plead to everyone, see the art in me
broken stained-glass windows, the fragments ramble on
tales of broken souls, an eternity's been won
as critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal man
my eyes are drawn to you in awe once again
in your picture book I'm trying hard to see
turning endless pages of this tragedy
sculpting every move you compose a symphony
you plead to everyone, see the art in me
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it's not hard to know what you're thinking
when you look down on me now
your trance of love is seeking
to turn this world around
but in my state of blind confusion
no god can pull me out
i see your love is willing
to turn me inside out
and then I see you there
the lonely tears I cry
i wish they'd release me
it's in despair that I find faith
summon the night to bow down to day
when ignorance is bliss
save me from myself
CHORUS:
and then I see you there
with your arms open wide
and you try to embrace me
these lonely tears I cry
they keep me in chains
and I wish they'd release me
cold is the night but
colder still is the heart
made of stone, turned from clay
and if you follow me
you'll see all the black, all the white fade to grey
fade to grey
fade to grey
[CHORUS x 2]
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convinced of my deception
i've always been a fool
i fear this love reaction
just like you said i would
a rose could never lie
about the love it brings
and i could never promise
to be any of those things
CHORUS:
if i was not so weak
if i was not so cold
if i was not so scared of being broken
growing old
i would be
i would be
i would be
blessed are the shallow
depth they'll never find
seemed to be some comfort
in rooms i try to hide
exposed beyond the shadows
you take the cup from me
your dirt removes my blindness
your pain becomes my peace
[CHORUS]
frail
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dear God, surround me as I speak
the bridges that I walk across are weak
frustrations fill the void that I can't solely bear
dear God, don't let me fall apart
you've held me close to you
i have turned away and searched
for answers i can't understand
they say that i can move the mountains
and send them falling to the sea
they say that i can walk on water
if i would follow and believe
with faith like a child
sometimes, when i feel miles away
and my eyes can't see your face
i wonder if I've grown to lose the recklessness
i walked in light of you
they say that i can move the mountains
and send them crashing to the sea
they say that i can walk on water
if i would follow and believe
with faith like a child
LITTLE GIRLS:
"i've got joy like a fountain"
"be kind one to the other"
"in Jesus Christ your son"
they say that i can move the mountains
and send them crashing to the sea
they say that i can walk on water
if i would follow and believe
they say that love can heal the broken
they say that hope can make you see
they say that faith can find a Savior
if you would follow and believe
with faith like a child
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in open fields of wild flowers
she breathes the air and flies away
she thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses
in no simple language
someday she'll understand the meaning of it all
he's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
as close a heartbeat or a song on her lips
someday she'll trust him and learn how to see him
someday he'll call her and she will come running
and fall in his arms
and the tears will fall down and she'll pray
i want to fall in love with you (x 4)
sitting silent wearing sunday best
the sermon echoes through the walls
a great salvation through it calls to the people
who stare into nowhere
and can't feel the chains on their souls
it seems too easy to call you "Savior"
not close enough to call you "God"
so as i sit and think of words i can mention
to show my devotion
i want to fall in love with you
he's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
as close a heartbeat or a song on our lips
someday we'll trust him and learn how to see him
someday he'll call us and we will come running
and fall in his arms
and the tears will fall down and we'll pray
i want to fall in love with you
my heart beats for you
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we have this treasure
in earthen vessels
to show that this power
is from God, and not from us
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