Some days this place feels like a hospice Easing the slow pain of death We speak of life restored as a promise But lately I've stopped holding my breath You're hot and you're cold I shouldn't have to hold you to your word Are you leading us on with centuries of songs And dreams deferred? I won't let you go until you bless me Until I hear you speak my new name I won't let you go until I know this world won't always be this way So break all my bones if you want to Wrestle me until the dawn But I won't let you go until you show me what my hope is hanging on Hanging on You say there's room for me at your table But your chair remains empty at mine Now I don't mean to be ungrateful, But how could I have misread your signs? I don't know where I stand You let me see the promised land, but you won't let me in You give us a taste, then let us lay waste To your grace