When the morning takes her first breath in and the sun is just about to rise, I wonder what he's thinking inside,
When I lay my head to rest at night and the sun dissolves into the sea, I wonder what he's thinking of me.

He holds the mysteries in his hands,
He knows our life is but a grain of sand,
Oh yeah.

Burn, burn inside of me,
Bring me to my knees.

When the hand of God caressed my face, I listened as he said my name,
He speaks in harmony: one voice, a voice combined of three.

He holds the mysteries in his hands,
He knows our life is but a grain of sand,
He goes to live inside the heart of man,
Oh yeah.

He's knock, knock, knocking at your door, yeah.

He speaks in harmony: one voice, a voice combined of three.

He speaks in harmony: one voice, a voice combined of three.