Madness - Citizens, Saints

Shadows of doubt, stealing my sleep

I’m wearing down without any relief

Tired eyes and a tangled up soul

I’m feeling lost… I don’t know

They keep on trying to soothe my grief

But all that’s left is a borrowed belief

It’s truth I need, not another cliché

Your word is my hope for a steady faith

Your mysteries are madness

Yet still they keep me captive

The more that I discover

The more that I’m in wonder

Your ways (Your ways)

Your ways are not my ways

Your thoughts (Your thoughts)

Your thoughts are not my thoughts

I want to understand

But I cannot comprehend

I’m so lost, I’m so lost

This world’s so cruel, down to it’s core

I’m drowning in doubt like never before

I thought with time, the wounds would all heal

But still there’s days when they’re all that I feel

Yet the more I live, the more that I see

The hurt I have isn’t only on me

You can feel it too, and know what I need

An anchored rock in a wicked sea

Your mysteries are madness

Yet still they keep me captive

The more that I discover

The more that I’m in wonder

Your ways (Your ways)

Your ways are not my ways

Your thoughts (Your thoughts)

Your thoughts are not my thoughts

I want to understand

But I cannot comprehend

I’m so lost

Sometimes I wish, I never was born

To feel the sting of a merciless world

The constant ache, of all of this grief

Pressing me down but it’s never defeat

Cause when I’ve reached, the end of my years

I’ll lift from the grave and I’ll bury my tears

And I will see You face to face

With brand-new eyes and a finished faith

Your ways (Your ways)

Your ways are not my ways

Your thoughts (Your thoughts)

Your thoughts are not my thoughts

I want to understand

But I cannot comprehend

I’m so lost