As our conversation swells
And our patience somehow lingers
And accusing fingers shout about
insensitivity
Don't we oscillate so well
Within our fundamental boundaries
While fiery foundries melt us down
And kill tranquility
But we believe so well
Don't we tell ourselves
Don't we take exclusive pride
That we abide so far from hell?
We might laugh together
But don't we cry alone
For the ashes and the dust
We've swept beneath the Holy throne
As our hidden candor dies
And our realism falters
And the altars of our hearts close up
in insecurity
We believe that all is well
We perceive ourselves as unshaken
While standing on the precipice
Of what will never be
But we believe so well
Don't we tell ourselves
Don't we take exclusive pride
That we abide so far from hell?
We might laugh together
But don't we cry alone
For the ashes and the dust
We've swept beneath the Holy throne
Written by Mark Heard © 1984 Kenwood Music
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