I cant seem to see the divine
I cant seem to see when I am blind
I cant seem to see the divine
I cant seem to know what’s on your mind
But there’s fire on my window
Might be the light before the dawn
I cant seem to see the divine
I cant see the things that make the mind
I cant seem to know your mind
I cant seem to know the things I find
But there’s fire on my window
Might be the light before the dawn
There’s fire on my window
Darkness on my days
To read the signs,
To know His ill opinion
And all the while
To hang your head in shame
that I can’t speak your name
And I can’t see any more,
your morning flame
Well I can’t see anymore
Your morning flame
I can’t see anymore
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