DIG NEW STREAMS - Switchfoot

Melody starts

Echoing breath

Echoing fear

Echoing death

Echoing real

Echoing dream

Echoing drop

Echoing stream

Worn and dirty rivers find the sea

Brutally routine

Love, let us dig new streams

Love, let us live new streams

Where water and word are clean

I got thirty voices in my head

They’ve been telling me to quit while I’m ahead

But I’m not ahead

I’m digging well my blood’s still red

I’m digging for the streams beneath my bed

Underneath my head

I’m headed down to New Orleans

I’m headed down to New Orleans

I’m headed down to chase these dreams

I’m headed down to New Orleans

Come all you worn out, burn out, sick and tired

Come all you fake, pretentious suit and ties

Come with your filthy hands and your blackened eyes

If you’ve been hurt by the birds and the bees of life

If you’ve been hurt by the church of black and white

Come unto me, find rest my burden’s light

People Put Your Hands Up!

Let Me Know You!

People Put Your Hands Up!

Let Me Know You!

People Put Your Hands Up!

Let Me Know You!

Love, let us dig new streams

Love, let us live new streams

Where water and word are clean

Love, let us dig new streams