How come no matter how high we fly,
How come no matter how deep we fall,
The sun still shines?
God can you hear me?
Why can’t we reach the top?
Why can’t we touch the clouds above?
When will we finally be there?
God can you hear me?
When we strive we still fall.
When we give up we don’t get any higher.
So how are we living here?
God can you hear me?
When we fall is it left or right?
When we fly is it up or down?
Is the world even round?
God, give us a sign,
Make the sun stop shining,
Or the moon stop glowing.
Then we will know how to cry,
Know how to love,
How to pray.
Make it wrong, make it right,
Then we will know what’s going on.
