Well, hear me out
Everybody's young once
We throw our hopes around
They never mean much

I wasn't thinking!
My power was so powerful and new
I'll chalk this up to
All the stupid things that I've done
And all the stupid things that I'll do

Do you lie awake, and worry about the future?
'Cause you're just as safe
As you ever were
And we're running out of time
We're marching on but
We are not alive

And I'll see you at the top
See you at the top
Of the mountain, mountain
Waiting for the flood
Waiting for the flood
To change us

I wish you'd climb down off your cross
Climb down off your cross
And burn it, burn it
If it's not doing any good
We could use the wood that it provides us

And I'll see you at the top
See you at the top
Of the mountain, mountain
Waiting for the flood
Waiting for the flood
To change us

I wish you'd climb down off your cross
Climb down off your cross
And burn it, burn it

If it's not doing any good
We could use the wood that it provides us
That you denied us

[Instrumental, vocalization]

Wash those dirty hands!
Wash those dirty hands!

What if the lord decides to let us go?
What if the lord decides to let us go?
Is it such a sin
To want to save our skin
From the mess we've made
That we made in faith?

Or was it arrogance?
Oh, what's the difference?
Can anybody tell
The sick from the well?

If you're throwing in
With these greedy men
That pull all the strings
And ruin everything...

Well, who wants to live
Forever in
These dying lands
With these dirty hands?
(these dirty hands) (x4)

Who wants to live
Forever in
These dying lands
With these dirty hands?
(these dirty hands) (x2)