Here's a question for you. God, how is your faith?
It's supported by those who hide.
You're loved by those you hate.
After all those years we
are still staring at the sky
but you don't seem to be at.

You don't know your God. Those who know just want to believe it.

Join your hands and celebrate your faith. Don't ever question it
because if you do then you'll become like me
-a desperate case without anything to believe in.

Closed eyes, you send
a prayer in the sky.
It fells like you whisper louder than I cry.

You don't know your God. Those who know just want to believe it.
I don't know a God. Give me something to believe in.

" She pressed her lips upon the bleeding wounds and the divine blood transfigured her. The Virgin Mary enfolded her in her mantle. She could not describe in words the ecstasy; that taste of divine love which only the souls of the transplanted could endure in its awful and complete intensity. "

You don't know the God I want to believe in.

Join you hands and celebrate your faith. Don't ever question it
because if you do then you'll become like me
- a desperate case without anything to believe in.

Closed eyes, you send
a prayer in the sky.
You only got to whisper no more to cry.

A foretaste of heavenly bliss
refreshes my mind.
It brings me inward peace,
gives me consistency,
and it makes me feel the strength of my supportive friends.
I know what is love. It teaches me what to hate.

Join your hands and celebrate your days. Don't ever question them
because if you do you'll become like me
-a desperate case without anything to believe in.

Closed eyes, you bay at the moon,
on and on and through the night.
You do know your god.
You don't want to believe it.

Get to know your God and forever be your own God.