What's a miracle, if life itself is not?
Who am I to praise his worth with a hymn?
I may stumble over words that I forgot,
Just as life itself will slowly begin.
Sing me a song for the mountains to move,
Sing me the anthem of life,
Sing me the anthem of life.
I'm sceptical, I like my glass of wine,
I don't know your name, or what I am to do.
One day you'll wonder why, try read between the lines,
And you will sing for me, the way I sang for you.
Sing me a song for the ocean to part, ...