Teksty:
Underoath Too Bright To See Too Loud To Hear

Good God, if Your song leaves our lips If Your work leaves our hands Then we will be wanderers and vagabonds They will stare and say how empty we are

Good God, if your song leaves our lips If your work leaves our hands Then we will be wonders and vagabonds They will stare and say how empty we are How

Good God, if your song leaves our lips If your work leaves our hands Then we will be wonders and vagabonds They will stare and say how empty we are How