Looked in your eyes, they were burning like cigarettes
On top of a head that could resurrect Lazarus
Up from a grave that somehow made you cry

Both of your hands were rough like a carpenters
So accustomed to nails and to hammers
Never would’ve thought those nails would cut inside
Oh your hands were blessed one holy, holy night

But we found your grace, it was waiting inside of a
Dead, dark place with few survivors
It seems that you lived in places I reckoned you wouldn’t
And all that we saw were people that had no hope
And you changed my eyes into flaming kaleidoscopes
I saw something that I thought for sure was fiction
Oh, but the peace that it brought me erased all of my conviction

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

There was a knife buried deep inside
The part of our hears where we learned how to love something
Other than us, it was built on a sandy shore
Hoping the waves wouldn’t come to the door and
Greet us with disdain and heaviness
One of redemption, washing away all the thoughts we had ran to before

Well you rescued me from my disbelief 
Would you please rescue me from being a thief 
Of things that will burn up when it’s the end
But dust collects, yeah, dust it upsets and
We are only dust at best 
But you can breathe dust back to life again
Oh, flood the whole world and dust will walk again