Searching for Jesus

Searching For Jesus

Searching for Jesus—he was somewhere on the ceiling

And you’re praying that you’ll never ever

Come down from this feeling

It’s a strange thing to feel so warm and safe

And yet still be so afraid

Once it’s all over and the heaviness sets in

You’ll climb up these walls just to find it once again

It’s a strange thing to feel so afraid

When you were so warm and safe

Oh, maybe next time will be better

Oh, maybe next time’s gonna last

Oh, try and hold on to these moments before they pass

Searching for Jesus—he was somewhere on the ground

That moment that you lost

Can it someday be found?

It’s a strange thing to feel so alive

And just fear that you could die

Once it’s all over and this feeling starts to fade

This thing that you’ve become is not a choice you would have made

It’s a strange thing to wish that you could die

When just now you felt so alive

Oh, maybe next time will be better

Oh, maybe next time’s gonna last

Oh, try and hold on to these moments before they pass

Searching for Jesus—he was somewhere on the ceiling

And you finally found each other in the moment you stopped breathing