Reach in for it
Your rusted, iron-covered cross
Pour out your breath into the furnace again
I think I found a better way to live
And I think I’ve found a better way to die

And I’ve been fitting myself into that small space
That you set our for the screaming of the wind
'Cause That is all I’ve ever been

And sorting through it, I never saw something so clear
As your hands bound up in prayer behind a closed door
I thought I’d walked a better road, alone
Until I felt my feet turn into stone
And that’s when I turned back

You put me back in my place
So I won’t be afraid
I won’t be afraid

And I’ve been fitting myself into that small, small space
That you set our for the screaming of the wind
'Cause That is all I’ve ever been