i brought my burnt offerings while my heart was far away i built a temple out of clay i thought the smoke could hide the blood upon my hands and satisfy the laws demands but the fast is hollow; when the soul is dry and a ritual grace; cannot hear the orphan cry you are the breath i am just the bone the valley full of rattling waiting to be known if i take a single step or find a way to stand give me a new heart / give me a new heart / give me a new heart written by your hand i feared the fire when the refiner took his seat burning out the dross in the middle of the heat but the flame is not for ruin it is only for the gold to make a vessel pure that the living water holds cause you are the breath i am just the bone the valley full of rattling waiting to be known if i take a single step or find a way to stand give me a new heart / give me a new heart / give me a new heart written by your hand i dont have to earn the rain to make the desert bloom i dont have to chase the light to drive away the gloom i dont have to climb the mountain just to hear your name or find the whirlwind in the middle of the flame give me a new spirit / give me a new spirit / give me a new spirit for you "give me a new spirit / give me a new spirit / give me a new spirit for you" (give me a new spirit / give me a new spirit / give me a new spirit for you) ```give me a new spirit / give me a new spirit / give me a new spirit for you``` to trust you are the breath
