She caught the meltin' sky
It burned, but still the winter passes by and by
To the other side
A slow parade of wind
That blows through trees that wilted with the season's children

Are we saved by the words of bastard saints?
Do we live in fear or faith?
Tell me now, who's behind the rain?

A maze of tangled grace
The symptoms of for real are crumblin' from embrace
But still we chase
The shadows of belief
A new religion clouds our visions of the roots
Of our souls

Are we ashamed of our own fate?
Or play the fool for our own sake?
Tell me who's behind the rain

What do we need?
Where do we go
When we get where we don't know?
Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow
When faith's our shelter from the cold?

Oh
What do we need?
Where do we go
When we get where we don't know?
Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow
When faith's our shelter from the cold?

Quicksand Jesus, I'm so far away without you
Quicksand Jesus, I'm so far away without you, oh-whoa-oh
Quicksand Jesus, I'm so far away, away
Quicksand Jesus, I'm so far away

Quicksand Jesus, I need you
Quicksand Jesus, I believe you
Quicksand
I'm so far away

Take me away

Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah
Oh-whoa
Oh-whoa-oh-oh
Oh, yeah-yeah