It's in the simple things, it's in the mundane

In the irrelevant, in the required

It's in the little bit of details, the obvious

It's in the hidden, it's in the open

It's in the quiet, it's in the spoken

It's in the air that my lungs feed on

(Talkin' 'bout Your love)

All my life

I got record of the countless times

You did me a solid, You were my charm

Never were You in disguise

All my life

I got record of the countless times

Whеre You held me through it

Thе brokenness and the emptiness inside

I'm holdin' tight to Your helm, won't let it go

Watchumacallit, love, passion, obsession where I lose control

And all of these silly and fickle earthly things won't make me whole

Lest You make my spirit, this heart, and my body Your home

Switched sides, switched path

Switched allegiance, switched it all, but You never did

Consistently an enigma, though that definition ain't cuttin' it

You're the purpose of my existence or am I just wingin' it?

Or am I just sinkin' deep?

All my life

I got record of the countless times

You did me a solid, You were my charm

Never were You in disguise

And all my life

I got record of the countless times

Where You held me through it

The brokenness and the emptiness inside

I'm holding tight to Your helm, won't let it go

Watchumacallit, love, passion, obsession where I lose control

And all of these silly and fickle earthly things won't make me whole

Lest You make my spirit, this heart, and my body Your home

I'm holding tight to Your helm, won't let it go

Watchumacallit, love, passion, obsession where I lose control

And all of these silly and fickle earthly things won't make me whole

Lest You make my spirit, this heart, and my body Your home (oh)