Wandered deserts striking stones
Sweat our blood in the olive groves
Now two whole years with no reply
Should we give sacrifice a try?

Still don’t know where I went wrong
Our pale horses riding all day long
And i can't tell where you went
Or who it was that really left

But when I pass those stained glass halls
I find you you filling up my head again
With Easter Sunday sacraments
When I was just a kid

Playing games and pulling tricks out of our sleeves

But I can’t tell if we’re talking
You’re the same voice that I hear inside of me
When I’m too tired to think

Like a lamp light through the window in a starless sky
I never thought of you
As something I could lose

The spirit and the bride
The love of all my life
A family gathered where you lay
We laid our hands upon and prayed
Until they pulled me from my knees
And said "It’s time for you to leave"

But I know the wonder working Lord
And I heard He’s raising from the dead again
The stories about Lazarus
Might be more than make believe

My lord is faithful
Please take your hands off me

Now I don't hear you talking
No more comfort in the stories that I read
And I’m out of thoughts to think
The second coming saviour running late this time
And now I think I see what Lazarus taught me

The way he must’ve been surprised
The second time he died