Never Dim Songtext
von The Waiting

I think I smell the sunset
I think I feel the close of day
Clean shaven correspondents
Are all crowded at the gate
Smell the oil from their torches
Their voices growin′ more irate
Shepherds' staves are crooked
Leading every crooked way

All the sheep lock their doors
Yeah, they′re pulling down their shades
The faithful looking in their mirrors
The faithful growing old and gray


But I look at you
Your eyes are clear and bright
I see your face
It's an amazing sight
Your glory, Lord
Is still a burning light
A light that all our faithless hands
Could never dim

I think I feel the sunset
Think I smell the death of day
People laughing at a funeral
People dancing at a wake
And all the seasons blend together
This bird's losing feathers everyday

I look at you
Your eyes are clear and bright
I see your face
It′s an amazing sight
Your glory, Lord
Is still a burning light
A light that all our faithless hands
Could never dim


Everybody′s tired and scared
And begging on belief
But you have yet to break a sweat
No, you're not afraid
You′re not afraid
You're not afraid

I think I smell the sunset
I think I feel the close of day
Shepherd′s staves are crooked
Leading every crooked way
People laughing at a funeral
And people dancing at a wake

I look at you
Your eyes are clear and bright
I see your face
It's an amazing sight
Your glory, Lord
Is still a burning light
A light that all our faithless hands...

I look at you
Your eyes are clear and bright
I see your face
It′s an amazing sight
Your glory, Lord
Is still a burning light
A light that all our faithless hands
Could never dim
Never dim
Never dim