There is dissonance between Who I am and wanna be What I love and what I reap See what I do is what I hate And these desires procreate Evil fires of dismay And all my idols fall apart They were broken from the start Could never mend my broken heart I'm chasing lovers and sowing wind Destined to a tragic end I'm never satisfied in them I was made by Potter's hands Known before the days of man Now I'm lost in a foreign land So tell me how can jars of clay And withstand this heavy weight? We try to hold but not to break And all my idols fall apart They were broken from the start Could never mend my broken heart I'm chasing lovers and sowing wind Destined to a tragic end I'm never satisfied in them Never satisfied in them ♪ I drank Your water and spit it out The taste of joy ripped from my mouth I drifted farther from your fount And now I'm weak and can barely stand With broken cisterns in my hand What I've sought, now what I am And all my idols fall apart They were broken from the start Could never mend my broken heart I'm chasing lovers and sowing wind Destined to a tragic end I'm never satisfied in them So I will toss them all away Wash myself of all these stains In the wake of righteous rains Oh oh oh ooh And I will run back to your fount Bind me there with peaceful sounds Of a love that I have found Won't you pour it out? ♪ Won't you pour it out? Won't you pour it out?