Bittersweet
Poor old luor as sweet as it seemed
like the most magnificent wonder
that was just a dream
and it shook me all up
and it stirred me around
but it left me cold and wanting
cause it had no ground
oh, none to be found
and i know why
(know why i sell myself short)
and i know why
(know why i sell my Savior small)
but it won't make me cry
make me cry tonite
the beauty was such
and immeasurably so
my eyes were alive and bright
to the blinding glow
and as i embraced
to love it more
i shivered and fell like a leaf
to the forest floor
where i was before
and i know why
(know why i sell myself short)
and i know why
(i sell my Savior small)
but it won't make me cry
but it won't make me cry
(why do we stand there?)
in constant fear
almost near
as if my only thought
and my only breath
i gave and i gave and i gave
till i'd nothing left
except consequence
and i know why
(know why i sell myself short)
and i know why
(know why i sell my Savior small)
have i run to Christ?
have i?
(why do we stand there)
in constant fear
almost near
(why do we stand there?
without a care
though so aware