She caught the melting sky, it burned but still the winds are passing by and by to the other side A slow parade of wind that blows through trees and woods and whips us towards its children Are we saved by the words of past mistakes? Do we even feel afraid? Tell me now, who's behind the waves? Amazed at tangled grace, the symptoms of fall are crumbling from embrace But still we chase the shadows of belief and new religion Clouds of visions of the lose, born as ghosts Are we ashamed of our own fate? Are they the fool for our sake? Tell me, who's behind the waves? What do we need? Where do we go? Where did we get what we don't know? Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen soul? We'd face the shambles from the cold What do we need? Where do we go? Where did we get what we don't know? Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen soul? We'd face the shambles from the cold Wicked Sand Jesus, I'm so far away without you Wicked Sand Jesus, I'm so far away without you Wicked Sand Jesus, I'm so far away away Wicked Sand Jesus, I'm so far away Wicked Sand Jesus, I need you Wicked Sand Jesus, I believe you Wicked Sand, I'm so far away Please take me away Wicked Sand