Turning the hour glad
Moving the hands of time, yeah
Nothing can separate our hearts
Lifting my tired hands
Raising my calloused hands again
Nothing can separate our hearts
I understand that even if I can't make amends
I understnad that even if the world comes to an end
Nothing can separate our hearts
Making my flesh to breathe
Forming me from the dust, yeah
Nothing can separate our hearts
Creator of things unseen
They long to steal my faith away
Nothing can separate our hearts
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I understand that even if my bones were turned to clay
I understand that I would live to fight another day
Nothing can separate our hearts
I understand that even if I would run away
I understand that I could turn and hear my Father say
Nothing can separate our hearts
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