Woorden: Jars of Clay. The Eleventh Hour. Silence.

Take, take 'til there's nothing
Nothing to turn to
Nothing when you get through
Won't you break
Scatter pieces of all i've been bowing to
All I've been running to
Where are you?

Where are you?

Did you leave me unbreakable?
Leave me frozen?
I've never felt so cold
I thought you were silent
I thought you left me
For the wreckage and the waste
On an empty beach of faith
Was it true?

Yes, I, I got a question
I got a question
Where are you?

Scream
Deeper, I wanna scream
I want you to hear me
I want you to find me
I, I want to believe
But all I pray is wrong
And all i claim is gone

Well, I, I got a question
I got a question
Where are you?

Yeah, Yeah

Well, I, I got a question
I got a question
Where are you?

Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?