Woorden: Jars Of Clay. The Long Fall Back to Earth. Two Hands.

I've been living out of sanity
I've been splitting hairs and blurring lines
I am a house that is divided
In my heart and in my mind

I use one hand to pull you closer
The other to push you away

If I had two hands doing the same thing
Lifted high, lifted high

I have a broken disposition
I'm a liar who thirsts for the truth
And while I ache for faith to hold me
I need to feel the scars and see the proof

I use one hand to pull you closer
The other to push you away

If I had two hands doing the same thing
Lifted high, lifted high
If I had two hands doing the same thing
Lifted high, lifted high

And if we just keep digging
We can reach the foundation of our souls
And if we just keep cutting
All the chains from our hearts, we'll lose control

And it feels like giving in
It feels like starting over
It feels like waking up and you know it's coming
It feels like a brand new day, open your eyes

If I had two hands doing the same thing
Lifted high, lifted high
If I had two hands doing the same thing
Lifted high, lifted high
Lifted high, lifted high