There were a million angels parading my sky Swirling around the kingdom in me Now I am an open wound Now I am an open wound Son your slipping deeper (That will not close) Reaching past my fingers (That will not close) You have seen my grace (That will not close) Come back to me (That will not close) Seeping out the regrets of generations Why have you forsaken me Now I am an open wound Now I am an open wound Oh Father your right hand (This war is killing me) Guide me out (It's killing me) Guide me out (It's killing me) For I know that I'm worth more (This war is killing me) Worth more (It's killing me) Than I feel (It's killing me) Father (Son your slipping deeper) Guide me out, guide me out (Reaching past my fingers) I know I'm worth more, worth more (You have seen my grace) Than I think (Come back to me) Son your slipping deeper Reaching past my fingers You have seen my grace Come back to me Clear out the clearing Clear out the clearing Clear out the clearing Clear out the clearing