you and I, waiting for a song
all night, straight up till the dawn
something isn’t right, so we’re waiting for a song..
everywhere, waiting for a word
till someone cares, until that sound is heard
then something isn’t right, we’re still waiting for a word…
till the whole world, in all her fragile beauty,
the whole world, in all her tattered majesty,
the whole world in all her broken glory cries aloud..
everyone, staring at the sky,
all day, watching as the clouds drift by
and hoping for a sign, we’re still staring at the sky
you and I, waiting for a song
all night, straight up till the dawn
something isn’t right, so we’re waiting for a song…
till the whole world, in all her fragile beauty,
the whole world, in all her tattered majesty,
the whole world in all her broken glory cries aloud..
the whole world, O God, ain’t that a sight to see,
when the whole world in all her broken glory cries aloud…
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