Yeah, I heard hope in the chillest land

Sung its tune with crumbs in hand

And I felt the birds give meaning to

An otherwise broken day

And it made my knees draw slack and weak

I’d sound out words were I not so meek

Like sweetness, strangeness, warmth, and soul

I’m awash without a cause to pray

On an otherwise broken day

There was an ocean calm, there was a storm on land

We were justified to scrap all plans

And every darkness has a different look

Through the window of your gospel

And warmth comes to me when the sky is bleak

When the gray light chills your frozen cheek

And it’s not hard to feel the weight of soul

When all reverie has been put on hold