It was God's will
That I live in this anxiety
That all cries be mine
That it all be my longing
It was God's will
What a strange way of life
This heart of mine has:
It lives off lost lives
Who would grant it a gift?
What a strange way of life
It lives off lost lives
Who would grant it a gift?
What a strange way of life
An independent heart,
A heart I do not command:
It lives lost among us,
Stubbornly bleeding,
An independent heart
I shall follow you no more:
Stop, quit beating.
If you don't know where you're headed
Since you're so set on running
I shall follow you no more
If you don't know where you're headed
Since you're so set on running
I shall follow you no more.
If you don't know where you're headed
Stop, quit beating
I shall follow you no more.