Sometimes her mother will work with her But There's nothing wrong with her There's nothing wrong with her There's nothing wrong So such is life that it writes itself Trying to right itself But There's nothing wrong with it There's nothing wrong And every single day without much to say These apparitions raise a toast to their kind The people who are these things Are not afraid with you And caring must go with the wisdom Of their selections Never can touch their sign language So is the cost of sound barriers Even as though she's still searching For a cloud with a silver lining We pray for her She's burning slow Out on a mission's light Christian animation torch carriers This is a shallow hole but faith makes it safe Hiding inside a grave with no sound No witness to see With or without you Christian animation torch carriers However will you learn their sign language However will you try to hide Within their eyes? Within them in life?