The Songs of Others is the Song of My Heart

Father, hear my prayer I need the perfect words Words that he will hear And know they're straight from you I don't know what to say I only know it hurts To see my only friend slowly fade away

Somewhere between the wrong and the right Somewhere between the darkness and the light Somewhere between who I was and who you're making me Somewhere in the middle, you'll find me

'cause here I go again Talking 'bout the rain And mulling over things that won't live past today And as I dance around the truth Time is not his friend This might be my last chance to tell him That you love him But here I go again

Is there anyone that fails? Is there anyone that falls? Am I the only one in church today, feeling so small? Cause when I take a look around Everybody seems so strong I know they'll soon discover That I don't belong So I tuck it all away Like everything's OK If I make em all believe it Maybe I'll believe it too So with a painted grin I'll play the part again So everyone will see me The way that I see them

Fearless warriors in a picket fence, reckless abandon wrapped in common sense Deep water faith in the shallow end and we are caught in the middle With eyes wide open to the differences, the god we want and the god who is But will we trade our dreams for his or are we caught in the middle

Just how close can I get, lord, to my surrender without losing all control

So maybe this time I'll speak the words of life With your fire in my eyes But that old familiar fear is tearing at my words What am I so afraid of?

Are we happy plastic people Under shiny plastic steeples With walls around our weakness And smiles that hide our pain But the invitations open To every heart that's been broken Maybe then we close the curtain On our stained glass masquerade

What am I so afraid of? How then will he know What he has never heard?

Lord, I feel you in this place and I know you're by my side Loving me even on these nights, when I'm caught in the middle

If the invitations open To every heart that has been broken Maybe then we close the curtain On our stained glass masquerade

Is there anyone that fails? Is there anyone that falls? Am I the only one in church today, feeling so small?