Contact - As Cities Burn

Hearts aren’t really our guides

We are truly alone

'Cause God ain’t up in the sky

Holding together our bones

Remember we used to speak

Now I’m starting to think

Your voice was really my own

Bouncing off the ceiling back to me

God, this can’t be

God, this can’t be

God, could it be that all we see is it?

Is this it?

Is this it?

Won’t you come down, heaven

Won’t you come down?

Won’t you cut through the clouds?

Won’t you come down?

Oh, my heaven, why do you have doors to close?

Do you have clouds to stop his voice on the way down?

God, this can’t be

God, this can’t be

God, could it be that all we see is it?

Is this it?

God, does grace reach to this side of madness?

'Cause I know this can’t be

The great peace we all seek

Won’t you come down, heaven

Won’t you come down?

Won’t you cut through the clouds?

Won’t you come down?

Did your clouds stop his voice?

And, Brother, have you found the Great Peace that we all seek?

You say, «Take a look around;

If there’s a God, then He must be asleep.»

«God must be asleep.»

«God must be asleep.»

«God must be asleep.»

«God must be asleep.»