New Mercies

Don’t look - I’ve seen the ending, it’s worse than you thought
Don’t say, don’t say anything - the silence is what you want
Don’t watch - I’ve seen the future, and there are no more miracles
I don’t mean to sound so cynical, but no one changes that much

Is it too late for me to believe in the morning's new mercies?
I’ve been dying just to see a glimpse of the morning and its new mercies

Eloi, eloi
A god forsaken reply
If I speak to the daylight, will you hold the sun still in the sky
So I don’t have to watch all my heroes die by the hand of the night?
I wrote their eulogies in my scattered poetry, yeah, I buried them nearby

Is it too late for me to believe in the morning's new mercies?
I’ve been dying just to see a glimpse of the morning and its new mercies
The morning and its new mercies

Here lies the paradox: the shouting match, the silent God
The push and pull of faith unseen, I nurse my bleeding unbelief
Well I don’t know what to say to someone who knows everything
All I do is fight your words, so let’s not act like I deserve the morning and its new mercies
Oh, the morning and its new mercies

So, is it too late for me to believe in the morning's new mercies?
I’ve been dying just to see a glimpse of the morning and its new mercies
The morning's new mercies