The fruits of these passions have overspilled
And Shaken the crisis of faith I feel
I'm chasing the shadows across your face
And praying that all I believe isn't waste
The fruits of these times has overgrown
Taken the crisis of faith I've known
I'm chasing the shadows across your face
And praying that all I believe, all that I need, won't crumble beneath this race
All I need, all I feel, all I want to know is for real