She caught the melting sky

It burned but still the winter passes

by and by

To the other side



A slow parade of wind

That blows through threes

That wilted with the seasons children

Are we saved by the words

of bastard saints

Do we live in fear or faith

Tell me now whos behind the rain



A maze of tangled grace

The symptoms of for real are

crumbling from embrace

But still we chase..the shadows

of belief

And new religion clouds our visions of

the roots of our souls



Are we ashamed of our own fate

Or play the fool for our own sake

Tell me whos behind the rain



What do we need where do we go

When we get where we dont know

Why should we doubt the virgin white

of fallen snow

When faiths our shelter from the cold



Quicksand Jesus Im so far away

without you

Quicksand Jesus Im so far away

without you

Quicksand Jesus Im so far away

without you



Quicksand Jesus I need you

Quicksand Jesus I belive you

Quicksand Jesus Im so far away