Hear me out
Everybody's young once
We throw our hopes around
They never mean much
I wasn't thinking
My power was so powerful and new
I'll chuck this up to all the stupid things that I've done
And all the stupid things that I'll do
Now you're awake
Worried about the future
'Cause you're just as safe
As you ever were
And we're running out of time
We're marching on but
We are not alive
And I'll see you at the top
See you at the top
Of the mountain
Mountain
Waiting for the flood
Waiting for the flood
To change us
I wish you'd climb down off the cross
Climb down off the cross
And burn it
Burn it
If it's not doing any good
We could use the wood
That it provides us
And I'll see you at the top
See you at the top
Of the mountain
Mountain
Waiting for the flood
Waiting for the flood
To change us
I wish you'd climb down off the cross
Climb down off the cross
And burn it
Burn it
If it's not doing any good
We could use the wood
That it provides us
But you denied us
Wash those dirty hands
Wash those dirty hands
What if the Lord decides to let us go?
What if the Lord decides to let us go?
Is it such a sin
To want to save our skin
From the mess we made?
We made in faith
Was it air against?
What's the difference?
Can anybody tell the sick from the well?
If you're throwing in these greedy men
A pull on the strings
We're new at everything
Who wants to live
Forever in
These dying lands?
These dirty hands?
These dirty hands
These dirty hands
These dirty hands
These dirty hands
Who wants to live
Forever in
These dying lands?
These dirty hands?
These dirty hands
These dirty hands