Jericho

Everything inside me seems
To be white and bright and gleaming
You can take the dirtiest and paint them white
I wanted to stay that pure
So everyone could come inside
And turn to gold and turn to love
But we can’t burn a hole inside our chests just with our minds
And let the smallest things come in, pretend they are right
I would let myself go blind
Would let myself go deaf
Be a cripple in Your sight
To keep You in my chest
Oh, to keep You in my chest
But You have marched around my walls
Seven times with trumpet calls
But they don’t fall
No, they don’t even budge at all
And You can’t get much closer to me
When You’re already inside of me
You don’t, leave, You don’t
But we can’t burn a hole inside our chests just with our minds
And let the smallest things come in and pretend they are right
You don’t leave much, but You don’t stay much and it seems like it is right
I would let myself go blind
Would let myself go deaf
Be a cripple in Your sight
To keep You in my chest
I would let myself go blind
Would let myself go deaf
Be a cripple in Your sight
To keep You in my chest
Oh, to keep You in my…