Oh, my heart strings
Tearing me apart, things
Are not what they seem
We say things that we don't mean
We don't mean
My how I'm tired
But in me burns a fire
That's so hot that I don't know
What to do, but I know that
I must prove
Prove
Wondrous things, wondrous things
From my heart and my head
From my writes and my reads
From my sights and my saids
From my saids
Signs and wonders
Sisters and brothers
We can sow, we can reap
Death comes to us in our sleep
In our sleep
