Jericho - The Collection

Everything inside me seems

To be white and bright and gleaming

You can take the dirtiest and paint them white

I wanted to stay that pure

So everyone could come inside

And turn to gold and turn to love

But we can’t burn a hole inside our chests just with our minds

And let the smallest things come in, pretend they are right

I would let myself go blind

Would let myself go deaf

Be a cripple in Your sight

To keep You in my chest

Oh, to keep You in my chest

But You have marched around my walls

Seven times with trumpet calls

But they don’t fall

No, they don’t even budge at all

And You can’t get much closer to me

When You’re already inside of me

You don’t, leave, You don’t

But we can’t burn a hole inside our chests just with our minds

And let the smallest things come in and pretend they are right

You don’t leave much, but You don’t stay much and it seems like it is right

I would let myself go blind

Would let myself go deaf

Be a cripple in Your sight

To keep You in my chest

I would let myself go blind

Would let myself go deaf

Be a cripple in Your sight

To keep You in my chest

Oh, to keep You in my…