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?
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