She caught the melting sky.
   It burned but still the winter passes by and by to the other side
   A slow parade of wind that blows through trees that wilted
   With the season's children
   Are we saved by the words of bastard saints? Do we live in fear or faith
   Tell me now who's behind the rain
  
   A maze of tangled grace
   The symptoms of "for real" are crumbling from embrace
   But still we chase...the shadows of belief
   And new religion clouds our visions of the roots of our souls
  
   Are we ashamed of our own fate
   Or play the fool for our own sake
   Tell me who's behind the rain
  
   What do we need where do we go when we get where we don't know
   Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow
   When faith's our shelter from the cold
  
   Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away without you
   Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away without you
   Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away...away
   Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away
  
   Quicksand Jesus I need you
   Quicksand Jesus I believe you
   Quicksand Jesus I'm so far away