Текст песни While The Sparrow Sleeps

Outside these city walls I sing While the sparrow sleeps These hands couldn't raise any higher This heart couldn't find a deeper hole With your blood on my hands I speak more about You than with You The work of my hands is not yet my prayer If a song is just a song, will my voice be heard You who are so close If you would ask, then ask How high could one man's praises raise? With your blood on my hands I speak more about You than with You The work of my hands is not yet my prayer If a song is just a song, will my voice be heard My lips are longing for the kiss of your praises Outside these city walls I sing while the sparrow sleeps These hands couldn't raise any higher This heart couldn't find a deeper hole