God's grace, give faith, love life...intake.
God's grace, give faith, love life...intake.

Why can't you see?
Why can't you see me?
What do you see? What do you see when you peer past me?

Your smoky hands from your ethereal land,
they rise from the sea and reach out to me...she has...
smoky hands from some ethereal land,
the mist on the sea, it called out to me and said:

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la...
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la...

Broken man with some broken plans...
who else could it be, if not only me?
I'm a broken man with a selfish plan and it
calls out to me and carries me away...

And I'm counting stars and I'm hoping hard
that you...will...find...me...but it's
all I got, to sit here day after day...in isolation.

Why can't you see?
Why can't you see me?
What do you see? What do you see when you peer past me?

But I need your smoky hands and your ethereal land
to rise from the sea, and reach unto me with your
smoky hands from some ethereal land,
the mist on the sea, isolates me and begs:

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la...
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la...

Broken man filled with broken plans,
who else could this be, if not only me?
I'm a broken man with a selfish plan
and it calls out to me and carries me away...