if this life is something more than i can see
how come everybody's dancing just like me?
it's friday night
she falls asleep in a doorway
a man of many years steals her sleep and takes her home
paying customers and muses are all she speaks to anyway
she shuts her eyes and prays to nothing that she won't die alone
if this life is something more than i can see
how come everybody's dancing just like me?
she shuts the door and a steam stiletto takes her heart, rapes her soul
lying there in all the heat she feels quite cold
now dusty roads and glassless eyes are all she sees
stones rise and tears make mud, the son makes clay
if this life is something more than i can see
how come everybody's dancing just like me?
release the stones of your hate
Jesus through blind eyes
unclench the fists of your way
arms spread to the sky
it's friday night
she's on her knees in a doorway
a veiled theophany is waiting in the home
she lets her hair hang down
her eyes are dry no more
forgiven silver droplets spill upon the floor
because this life is so much more than eye can see
those who dance for freedom can find the Son, the key
more than i can see...
because this life is so much more than i can see...
