Wavorly - Caves

I am lost inside the deepest hole, straining for the light ahead
Losing grip along the dripping walls
Sliding further down
Never ending up where I know I need to be
And still you call for me patiently

Oh, the works I've placed my faith in
Tried to earn my way
Lost myself in chasing heaven
Needing but your grace

Locked in the vice of my humanity, beaten by my own defeat
The love of god is still a mystery
Never losing ground
Never ending up where I know I need to be
And still you call for me patiently

Oh, the works I've placed my faith in
Tried to earn my way
Lost myself in chasing heaven
Needing but your grace

Needing but your

Oh, the works I've placed my faith in
Tried to earn my way
Lost myself in chasing heaven
Needing but your grace

Needing but your grace