Did God make pain so we can know
The high that nothing is?
The sun shines down, but we're still cold
Its light is not a light that shines
The way, a way
But how can we be free
When all our days are empty?
Is love a God that we control
To try to trust the pain?
The sun shines down, but we can't see
Its light lights everything the same
Be free, a way
But how can we find arms to hold the days?
Be free, a way
But how can we find arms to hold the days?
A way, a way, a way, a way, a way