Pilgrim with no blood on your hands
On your way to the shrine
You say that right here between us
The hand of God drew the line
Did someone throw dust in your eyes?
Are you too blind to see?
Tell me all about the difference
Is it really something
between you and me?
Is it how afraid you really are that drives you?
But you don't understand
Is it now that you really have to touch the power?
From the richer hand
Did we learn from the wise?
Did someone blow dust in our eyes?
Higher
Clouds are towering
And all I am
A man on his to way to heaven
Feel the warmth again
I know I can
If only the dice would read seven
You say goodbye
You light a fire
Would you wait until the rain fell dry?
All this again
You know we're the same
You and I
Higher
Clouds are towering
And all I am
A man on his to way to heaven
Feel the warmth again
I know I can
If only the dice would read seven