Careless souls we have become, throwing caution to the wind.
We've been searching for forever, just to find where it begins.
Careless souls we have become, throwing caution to the wind.
We've been searching for forever, just to find where it begins.
I don't know where this begins, but I would guess this is the end.
We have made grace into our game, capturing hearts and making slaves,
provoking everything we'd ever worked to gain.
This is a setup, I have been dry for far too long and I can't live not without You,
yes I could live but not be strong; Jesus.
We have made grace into our game, capturing hearts and making slaves, when will it end.
"I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing to the glory that will be
revealed in us. The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed."
When will it end, sin will become our friend and in the deepest part of our heart will win.
We have made grace into our game, capturing hearts and making slaves,
provoking everything we'd ever worked to gain.