I just spoke silence with the seeker next to me
She had a heart with hesitant, halting speech
That turned to mine and asked belligerently

"What do I live for?"

I see the scars of searches everywhere I go

From hearts to wars to literature to radio
There's a question like a shame no one will show
"What do I live for?"


We are Hosea's wife
We are squandering this life

Using people like ladders and words like knives

[CHORUS]

If we've eyes to see
If we've ears to hear
To find it in our hearts and mouths

The word that saves is near
Shed that shallow skin
Come and live again

Leave all you were before
To believe is to begin


There is truth in little corners of our lives
There are hints of it in songs and children's eyes
It's familiar, like an ancient lullaby

What do I live for?

We are Hosea's wife

We are squandering this life
Using bodies like money and truth like lies


[CHORUS]

[Bridge]

We are more than dust
That means something
That means something

We are more than just
Blood and emotions
Inklings and notions

Atoms on oceans