Winded again by my broken silence;
Love's become a noise,
As my tounge's on fire.
My heart consumed,
Struck by the chord of pride;
Woe is me I shall come down,
I shall come down.
Can't seem to see me,
My words are much too loud,
As my tounge's on fire.
Easily ensnared,
Strength my hands which hang down.
Quench the violence of my fire,
Of my fire...
Precious blood of Christ,
Bring death that I might see life.
I see new life, I shall come down,
I see new life, I shall come down.