Letras
They gave you a voice to say something
They gave you a place to put your offering
They gave you a platform so you could set it free
And in all your seeing, you don't see Me
And you're waiting for the truth
And you're hoping for the living proof
There's a lot of talking, but not too much life
There's a lot of words cutting like a knife
There's a lot knowledge, but no one can agree
And in all your learning you don't see me
And you're waiting for the light
And you're hoping it'll be all right
Did you hear Pilate say to Me when he took Me aside?
"What is truth?" And he looked Me in the eye