Out of Our Hands

Stories of lost shoes sweep over days

His language can't answer the question of faith

Down by the lakes they came

Bringing hope to the countless lives

I hear that they'll never return

To this old ground, re-consumed by the world

Letters that he wrote gave history a page

He left out the darkness, though she felt its name

Down by the lakes they came

Bringing hope to the countless lives

I hear that they'll never be found

In this old ground, re-consumed by the world

Out of our hands

They discovered that love is a gun, pulled by sons

And as he fell down he imagined a world without love, just the sun

Out of our hands

They discovered that love is a gun, pulled by sons

And as he fell down he imagined a world without love, just the sun