Stop the car and look around,
I’m sick of all the sounds,
These old things to which I’m bound,
For what is man’s is gone before,
He walks in the open door,
But follow heart look on the ground,
Holy words,
Holy words,
Holy words,
I found a friend like none before,
While I was wasted on the floor,
Now open eyed I look around,
And now I’m once again alone,
But I wait for your return,
I’ll spend my time looking to space,
Things in life will come around all in time,
Just hold on to the sound,
We’ll be alright,
Holy words,
Holy words,
Holy words,
Hang on to the world that you know,
Beat around here,
And when the sun has come,
You’ll find a way to go,
Hang on to the words in the flow,
Beat along here,
And when the night has come,
Show them all you know!