Out in the open, we failed to duck for cover And watched ourselves not arriving Then we hid behind your habit What's gonna happen if we ditch the map then And if we fail to find you room? We used to radiate your stem and your bloom Things got away from me, it was my mess Give up on mastery To be defined by brokenness Seasons arrive and then depart God help me when I'm a part Of the death inside my heart Haven't arrived Can you makе what's dead alive? Can you make what's dеad alive? Get away Get away from me But don't you dare leave me Things got away from me, it was my fault I took a turn for the worst Come recalibrate my thirsts You won't turn away anyone who Anyone who comes to you We tell the corpse, "It's time, we're through"