Quicksand Jesus

She caught the melting sky

It burned, but still the winter

Passes by and by

To the other side

A slow parade of wind

That blows through the trees that wilted

With the season's children

Are we saved by the words of bastard saints?

Do we live in fear or faith?

Tell me now who's behind the rain

A maze of tangled grace

The symptoms of, For real, are

Crumbling from embrace

But still we chase the shadows of belief

And new religion clouds our

Visions of the roots

Of our souls

Are we ashamed of our own fate?

Or play the fool for our own sake?

Tell me who's behind the rain

What do we need, where do we go?

When we get where we don't know

Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow

When faith's our shelter from the cold?

What do we need where do we go?

When we get where we don't know

Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow

When faith's our shelter from the cold?

Quicksand Jesus, I'm so far away without you

Quicksand Jesus, I'm so far away without you

Quicksand Jesus, I'm so far away, away

Quicksand Jesus, I'm so far away

Quicksand Jesus, I need you

Quicksand Jesus, I believe you

Quicksand

I'm so far away