How a faith becomes profound
A lake lifts from the ground
Find the demon and dove both share
In the evening you dress with care

Now the desert breaks you down
And from the sweat and drought
Comes the feeling you're not quite there
Kiss the god of salt and air

What it eats and what it shows
What progresses and what can pose
Just like a ghost in ghost-like clothes
The eager monsters fear their souls

Will come forth naked and all alone
Will come forth crying and tell the whole

Of their starvation
Of love not shown
Of ghosts created
And turned to gold

That's how we live
Between pain and hopelessness
But if our monsters could hold our souls
They might tell of love, of holes
That we all carry
That we are reflected in
Imperfection never leaves
And the pain you feel you'll always feel a bit
But in the moment
Of knowing what we've known
Of seeing every ghost
And giving it a home

We just might grow
We just might grow
We just might grow
We just might grow
We just might grow
We just might grow
We just might grow
We just might grow