Time has run
Bleeding into gold
I came in and I sat down
Wondering if I died
I wouldn't be surprised
I wouldn't be surprised, no
I wouldn't be surprised
If what I felt was god
I've been diving
Trying to reach the ground
Searching, doubting the
Treasures to be found
I wouldn't be surprised
I wouldn't be surprised, no
I wouldn't be surprised
If what I felt was god
Compulsion to capture and fear of waste
I come to the feast and forget to taste
Cause after the pictures and songs of praise
I guess I just don't know what to do with grace