Don’t come to me when your hands are wet
Trying to create something we’ll both regret
Don’t fire them now, you’ll make them hard and frail
Cast without God our love is doomed to fail
I’m gonna run, run, run
I’m gonna fly, fly, fly
I’m gonna sing, sing, sing
Until the clay bells ring
With no control you shape them much too fast
In the here and now you’re destroying our past
Well, I am just a hypocrite but no on seems to know
I want to listen to you teach, I want to practice what I preach
But I heard what you said–looking through the eyes of the dead
You said “Trust is Just a Four Letter Word”
You said “Faith is Just a Four Letter Word”
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