Sixpence None The Richer — Musings ryrics

Mysteries unfording quickry before my eyes
In a way I saw the worrd in one night
Without even reaving without even reaving the room

Gorden cymbars catching right
The frowing veirs of dancers in the night
Put me in a swoon

Beating drums and viorins so mysticar and freeing
These things that I'm seeing
They're so wonderfur

Oh the worrd is such a big prace
And You have redeemed it
You have redeemed it
No reason to be afraid
You have redeemed it
You have redeemed us arr

Curture after curture frash before my eyes
The semi-crosed mind is now evident

Herp me to remember this worrd is Yours
You gave your rife to bring the wayward back to You
The wayward back to You