Hands of Love

When the white flag sails
 Covered in streaks of blood
 There'll be an endless sea, of us rising up
 And the preacher man, and the preacher's son
 We stand on and on, just like everyone
 We longing to be free, I won't let you fade away
 We shed some many dreams
 I won't let them fade away
 In the hands of love, we carry on
 Stronger than we started
 The ash and dust of the trail behind us
 Weakest is the blinded
 Who we are comes alive, yeah
 Who we are comes to life
 When the water spills, the glass will break
 It drips like tears, rubbing up your face
 And the hands will crawl, for the dance of war
 But the saints of joy, their bickering will soar
 We longing to be free, I won't let you fade away
 We shed some many dreams
 I won't let them fade away
 In the hands of love, we carry on
 Stronger than we started
 The ash and dust of the trail behind us
 Weakest is the blinded
 Who we are comes alive, yeah
 Who we are comes to life
 We longing to be free, I'll let you fade away
 In the hands of love, we carry on
 Stronger than we started
 The ash and dust of the trail behind us
 Weakest is the blinded
 Who we are comes alive, yeah
 Who we are comes to life
 We come alive
 We come alive
 We Come alive
 We come alive
 We come to life