Из альбома: Wrestling the Angels

I have set my sights with such narrow mindedness.
Perfectly convinced of what would bring me happiness.
But I was standing right in the middle.
Of treasures I'd missed while being so provincial.

Chorus:
Open up the sky to me.
I'll leave the preconceived behind.
For wonder, hope and mystery,
I'll be surprised by what I find,
Open up the sky.

Do I even dare believe what will not squarely fit,
Inside of all I think I know
and how I prayed that things should go.
But I'm so tired of being caught up,
In my own dreams,
forfeiting what I've not thought of.

Chorus.

Bridge:
All things possible,
God can't be contained.
What was comfortable now feels strange .

Chorus

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