Deep Runs The Night

You Can Crucify With Fire
But I’m Not The Kind You Can Tame
I Feel A Change In The Weather
But I’m Not Losing My Name

I See You Bought The River,
Down Which They Sold
You Call That A Deal?
When You Cut Off The Deadwood
I’ll Show You What’s Real

Lost The Roof Off My Shelter
I’m Not One To Bark
They Can’t Take Me Down
So They Pick Me Apart
You Can’t Take My Passion
My Well Is But Dry
How Deep Runs The Silence?
How Deep Runs The Night?

I Felt A Bitter Silence
Sometime Around A Quarter To 3
I Felt The Cold Distance
That Lies Between You And Me
I Talked To The Sinners And
I Confessed To The Saints
And I Prayed
Although My Words May Seem Abstract
Don’t Deny Me My Pain

How Could I Get Through?
How Could I Get Through?

You Can Crucify With Fire
But I’m Not The Kind You Can Tame
Feel A Change In The Weather
I’m Not Losing My Name