Album: The Noise Inside
It is a lie if it freezes your soul
You can chase an attractive wind when it blows
But if you can stay, in the light and let flesh be lonely
Cries become praise for the Lord
~Chorus~
We can be kings, of meaningless
things
Or we can be slaves, of love
We can be kings, of fallen things
Or we can be slaves of love
Willing slaves of love
Our eyes are wide and our ears hear it all
Can we filter the whole wide world through a small string of thoughts
We're living today, on the heels of the failing theory
That we all die so we should live it
up
~Chorus~
A cry of love a cry of pain's enough
To leave us trying to find something our hands can touch to numb the day
A thousand things will not cure weakness
Only a fall to grace
A turn to the face of the Lord
We can be kings, of meaningless
things
Or we can be slaves, of love
We can be kings, of fallen things
Or willing slaves of love
~Chorus~
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