Gethsemane Revisited (feat. Anton Mueller)

Time
Time is running
Time is running out
On everything that I thought was true
And would come to pass
As holy

Put your hand on the book
Holy
Put your hand over your heart
Holy
Put your hand in mine
Holy
Place your hands over your eyes
Holy
If you can't feel my wounds
Holy
How can you ask me to die?
Holy
Give me something to say to them
Holy
Something to say that is true

One day I'm waking
The next I'm falling asleep
Small dreams for saving
Big dreams for losing
In the wake of the mess that we make our lives

Why can't it come now?
What is there waiting?
Who is it I hear?
Where are the places over and always and beyond time?
I take my hands from the book
I take my hands from my eyes
I find the wounds on my side
No words will heal. I choose my life

One day I'm waking
The next I'm falling asleep
Small dreams for saving
Small dreams I will not give away to the Fathers or Sons of Time

There was a time, there was a garden
No one fell asleep
(I remember dreaming)
There was a time I was pardoned from all I keep inside
Time is running out
On everything I thought was true and holy
Time



Credits
Writer(s): Tobin Mueller
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