Maybe - maybe a fool for trusting. Maybe - maybe a fool for following. The God of wisdom not of love. But I'm riding with the new church. I'm riding
Send the word that the King is coming Lift your voices up to the holy one Open wide, let the portal gates be opened Come and dwell with us, King of glory
In this place, O Lord, to you we pray Tiny room, grand edifice Nothing more than shelter is this Not of bricks or mortar, wood or clay Built of those
Shaded crystal water, bathed in by God's daughter Sighing, whispers near, a new season passes here Sensory gifts to all who come Soak up the stars and
(Bator/James) When the heroes have all died away. Priests and politicians have all lied away now. Actors after all were only acting. Church killed knowledge
I'm hoping that this new year, Is better than the last one..., 'Cause me and my loneliness, Could sure use a divorce Not that it's any fault of my own
