There's a preacher on tv selling the truth offering flesh and bone
There's a girl on the street selling the truth
The only truth she's ever known
Curtain of a confessional, plastic pane of a prison cell
The fruit may be different in the light of redemption
But the tears all taste the same
Chorus
I've felt the ocean kissing my face
Salty like my tears they're soft and slow
I've been a sinner, I've been a saint
Still I am neither and I am both
Beneath every surface a deeper truth of struggling flesh and bone
Stories of imperfection sing sovereign truth
The only truth we've ever know
Some live their lives in line some live in lies
But soon enough we all will find
In this dance of sinner and of saints
Our tears all taste the same
Chorus
Ancient hillside beckoning, blind and lame
The healing of flesh and bone
A man like we've never seen, the Nazerene
The only truth we'll ever know
Soldiers and priests, beggars and thieves
Pain knows no boundaries
Another hill a tomb and risen King
But his tears fall just the same
They fall down here like rain
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