Nobody has as many lives as I do But I lose them all My reluctance to be my version of me Is all the writing on the wall I'll ever need
All my life You can have all of my life All my life You can have all of my life
I can see a tree in the soft ground holding onto roots And it's given me And I think how you're saved We're dumb and depraved And dependant on a hand that opens each day
Chorus
How great the love of God, The cause for who I am.
