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Say goodnight to the light of the setting sun
One more day, one more way
Of keep track of all I've done
I run this race, keep this pace, I'm doing fine
And I won't stop until each box
Gets checked a second time
And life becomes the 'round and 'round revolving door
That won't slow down
It won't slow down
Do you wish, do you want us to breathe again?
Say goodbye to the lines that we've colored in bown and grey
From day to day?
Do you cry, do you hope for all things made new?
Try and try to invoke us to live in you?
That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery.
This routine is nice and clean from dawn to dusk
I rise and rest, I do my best
When will it ever be enough?
And life becomes the bigger noise
Drowning out your little voice
Your little voice, Jesus
Do you wish, do you want us to breathe again?
Say goodbye to the lines that we've colored in bown and grey
From day to day?
Do you cry, do you hope for all things made new?
Try and try to invoke us to live in you?
That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery.
We take stock and we punch the clock
And we make sure all those zeros have balanced in the end
One more day, one more way
Of keep track of all I've done
I run this race, keep this pace, I'm doing fine
And I won't stop until each box
Gets checked a second time
And life becomes the 'round and 'round revolving door
That won't slow down
It won't slow down
Do you wish, do you want us to breathe again?
Say goodbye to the lines that we've colored in bown and grey
From day to day?
Do you cry, do you hope for all things made new?
Try and try to invoke us to live in you?
That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery.
This routine is nice and clean from dawn to dusk
I rise and rest, I do my best
When will it ever be enough?
And life becomes the bigger noise
Drowning out your little voice
Your little voice, Jesus
Do you wish, do you want us to breathe again?
Say goodbye to the lines that we've colored in bown and grey
From day to day?
Do you cry, do you hope for all things made new?
Try and try to invoke us to live in you?
That we might be the hands and feet of this mystery.
We take stock and we punch the clock
And we make sure all those zeros have balanced in the end
Lyrics submitted by evangeline
Track duration: 04:35
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