now that the low life has no meaning
'cause you've been there, now you're gone
but your heart won't keep from cheating
it's stringing you along
stranger to me, well what's the lowdown
are you man enough to pray
for a better way of living
i believe i've lost my way
oh may, could you please hold me
i believe i might fall
i believe that i might fall
could there be a better way of living
better than the easy way
could the wretched be forgiven
are you man enough to pray
wore my heart upon my sleeve
to court the wretched and the free
but if by chance i'd lost my way
would you help me find it babe
oh may, could you please hold me
i believe that i might fall
i believe i might fall
now that the low life has no meaning
'cause you've been there, now you're gone
but your heart won't keep from cheating
it's stringing you along
wore my heart upon my sleeve
to court the wretched and the free
but if by chance i'd lost my way
would you help me find it babe
oh may, could you please hold me
i believe that i might fall
i believe that i might fall
wore my heart upon my sleeve
to court the wretched and the free
but if by chance i'd lost my way
am i man enough to pray
am i man enough to pray
are you man enough to pray
are you man enough to prayLife is a story, go ahead and find your sight
Life is your glory, go ahead and live the night
But to live means to be here, in the present now
Do try to bow for the gift of your day
Then you cede to the morning sun
Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive
Life is a story, go ahead and find your sight
But to live means to be here, in the present now
Do try to bow for the gift of your day
Then you cede to the morning sun
Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight
Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive
What is it that makes us lose sight, true sight
Of what is real and essential?
I'll take organised patterns of chaos
Over the chaotic organisations of man, any day.
Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight
Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive.
Pretending that we see doesn't give us the sight
Pretending that we live doesn't make us alive.
The patterns in the carpet do add up though,
You don't have to count.
The patterns in the carpet do add up though,
You don't have to count.