Stirring up the roots. Ten degrees and fading
Not gonna make it, make it out
Why so run down?
Check the angles. Salt and blood and sadness, no faith or patience
Waiting in line. Begging for a fallen hand
Wake up, you're living on stone and sand
Call out, His words will find you
In the road, in the road they will find you
Shining through, pushing through they will find you
Glorified, breathing life they will find you
Waiting in line, just begging for a fallen hand
Wake up, you're living on stone and sand
Call out, His words will find you
In the road, in the road they will find you
Pulling through, shining through they will find you
Glorified, breathing life they will find you