Green, I've seen,
As jealous as anything,
Blue, it's true
Weep to sleep over you.

I feel and I kill.

The sea in me,
Toss me up, around indeed.

I will be still.

It's all chasing, racing,
Often crazy; does it show'
But I've been praying lately,
Christ will slow me,
Free, I know.

Red, I'm dead,
"Grief has got me," so I've said,
Clear to hear,
however gone, I could be near.

I will be filled.

It's all chasing, racing,
Often crazy; does it show' (grab me, that I might be awake)
But I've been praying lately,
Christ will slow me,
Free, I know. (slow me, as I am running way too fast)

The wind in sin,
On my hands, instead again...

Instil your will.

It's all chasing, racing,
Often crazy; does it show' (grab me, that I might be awake)
But I've been praying lately,
Christ will slow me,
Free, I know, (slow me, as I am running way too fast)
It's all chasing, racing,
Often crazy; does it show' (grab me, that I might be awake)
But I've been praying lately,
Christ will slow me,
Free, I know. (slow me, as I am running way too fast)