Waiting – Never Dim lyrics

I think, I smell the sunset, think, I feel the close of day
Clean shaven correspondents are all crowded at the gate
Smell the oil from their torches, their voices growing more irate
Shepherd's staves are crooked, leading every crooked way

All the sheep lock their doors
Yeah, they're pulling down their shades
The faithful looking in their mirrors
The faithful growing old and gray

But I look at You, Your eyes are clear and bright
I see Your face, it's an amazing sight
Your Glory Lord, is still a burning light
The light that all our faithless hands could never dim

Think I smell the sunset, think, I smell the death of day
People laughing at a funeral, people dancing at a wake
All the seasons blend together
This bird's losing feathers everyday

But I look at You, Your eyes are clear and bright
I see Your face, it's an amazing sight
Your Glory Lord, is still a burning light
The light that all our faithless hands could never dim

And everybody's tired and scared and begging unbelief
But You have yet to break a sweat
You're not afraid, You're not afraid

I think, I smell the sunset, think, I feel the close of day
Shepherd's staves are crooked, leading every crooked way
People laughing at a funeral, people dancing at a wake