We’re all whitewashed walls,

We all stand so tall,

We all let them see our good, and let the bad just fester,

We brush our front teeth,

Don’t stop the decay,

We all know we’re filthy,

Yet filthy we will remain,

Son of man, can these bones live, oh,

‘Cause now they’re wondering if you can forgive all

The brokenness, the broken bones, the broken hearts that never were, the broken souls,

In short…

We thirst for you

Like the moon misses the sun,

Like the trees miss the birds at night time,

Like a soul thirsty for love,

We thirst for a heaven that we’ve never tasted

We’re a brood of vipers,

We’re a bunch of Scrooges,

All the good we do is just to get a few likes to boost us,

Shouldn’t this be a pasture,

Not a king of the castle,

Not a game where we pretend that other’s lives don’t matter

Son of man, can these bones live, oh,

‘Cause now they’re wondering if you can forgive all

The brokenness, the broken bones, the broken hearts that never were, the broken souls,

In short…

We thirst for you

Like the moon misses the sun,

Like the trees miss the birds at night time,

Like a soul thirsty for love,

We thirst for a heaven that we’ve never tasted

Dry bones, dry bones,

Drinking from our iPhones,

Quenching thirst with poison

As we thirst, thinking we’re alone,

Dry bones, dry bones,

Who can make them live, oh,

Oh, we run from you yet cry for you,

In short

We thirst for you

Like the moon misses the sun,

Like the trees miss the birds at night time,

Like a soul thirsty for love,

We thirst for a heaven that we’ve never tasted

Ezekiel 37:3