Lyrics

Trying to Raise the Dead

Verse

I've opened doors and minds and tasted many wines
I've walked a sharp thin line between both space and time
And now I find that the cross I bear it is my own
And this path I chose still leads somewhere
And this crowded world I call my home
It sings to me inside my head

Chorus

Bite your lip and shut your mouth
And wash off your dirty feet
Now it seems as though
You're trying to raise the dead
Turn around but don't look back
Now you've cut your baby teeth
And is seems as though you're trying to raise the dead

Verse

I've often second guessed and made a pretty mess
I chose the very best and thrown away the rest
But I've past the test a seed was sown
And a sun will rise out of the west
And a brilliant choir of angels plays
And sing to me inside my head

Chorus