I just spoke silence with the seeker next to me

She had a heart with hesitant, halting speech

That turned to mine and asked belligerently

"What do I live for?"

I see the scars of searches everywhere I go

From hearts to wars to literature to radio

There's a question like a shame no one will show

"What do I live for?"

We are hosea's wife

We are squandering this life

Using people like ladders and words like knives

[Chorus]

If we've eyes to see

If we've ears to hear

To find it in our hearts and mouths

The word that saves is near

Shed that shallow skin

Come and live again

Leave all you were before

To believe is to begin

There is truth in little corners of our lives

There are hints of it in songs and children's eyes

It's familiar, like an ancient lullaby

What do I live for?

We are hosea's wife

We are squandering this life

Using bodies like money and truth like lies

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

We are more than dust

That means something

That means something

We are more than just

Blood and emotions

Inklings and notions

Atoms on oceans