I wonder, did we ever meet?
Childhood games in dusty streets
For all my many sorrows and regrets
Nothing could compare to just this one
That in the presence of my king
I cannot fall upon my knees
I cannot carry you up to your throne;
You instead, will carry me back home.
This is how love wins,
Every single time
Climbing high upon a tree
Where someone else should die
This is how love heals,
The deepest part of you
Letting himself bleed into
The middle of your wounds
This is what love says,
Standing at the door
You don’t have to be
Who you’ve been before
Silenced by his voice,
Death can’t speak again
This is how love wins
What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood,
Nothing but the blood
What can make
Me whole again?
Nothing but the blood,
Nothing but the blood
Because this is what love say,
Standing at the door
You don’t have to be
Who you’ve been before
And silenced by his voice,
Death can’t speak again
This is how love wins.