Texty: Brooke Fraser. Albertine. Hosea’s Wife.

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

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, they 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

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

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

We are Hosea?s wife, we are squandering this life
Using people like ladders and words like knives

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

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
To believe is to begin, to believe is to begin
To believe is to begin