I ask you, please? I wait to hear
As yet unbending still
You appear without a face
Your voice, the word, you say
My fist against eternity
Forgive me all my blindnesses
Now what would you have me do
The mystic, each were here before
Disappear but leave your trace
And now I am low on the ground
Your voice, the word, you say
What avenues belong to me
I wait to see your sign
And make my faith to grow
Would I obey?
I ask you, please? I wait to hear
I find them in coincidence
My weakness and unkindnesses
I look for you in heathered moor
I feel your unseen frown
Like me, to stare you down
Now what would you have me do
Now what would you have me do
I ask you, please? I wait to hear
And will you break my will?
I can't tell what I've found
Looking for your fingerprints
How low does one heart go?
Your voice the word, you say
From here I look around to see
Would I obey?
Struggling so hard to see
The desert and the ocean floor
I wait to see your sign
I ask you, please? I wait to hear
The mother and the matador
Now what would you have me do
I wait to see your sign
