Oh I dream in uncertainties
How I wish that those dreams were larger than me
I cling to surety
Secure in the humdrum, commonplace, free
Does God love the man who dies with his plans
Bow-tied and wrapped on a shelf
We sleep in perpetuity
For our eyes were not meant to see
No our eyes were not meant to see
Oh I love hesitatingly
How I wish I could love much harder than me
I feel too infrequently
Oh I wish that the floodgates would open for me
Would God strike me down if I let myself drown
And drank in the beauty of sin
We’re bound in solitude
For our hearts were not built to feel
No our hearts were not built to feel
Does God have a plan
For the cowered and the damned
The listless, the fearful and weak
Their burden is on our yoke
For their lips were not meant to speak
No their lips were not meant to speak