Looks like the middle ground is getting swallowed up
Am I in or out, going with you or not?
Am I a tree that grew evergreen?
When the winds blow through, do my roots go deep?
And what will win in the end,
Love or questions?
Into your hands I commit my spirit
Into your arms I surrender all
I am but the banks that your river runs through
I'm helpless against you
I couldn't change this and I wouldn't want to
Every once in a while I see clear enough
Only God himself could've made this up
Every now and then, lost in a daydream
I peek over into the mystery
And what will win in the end
Love or questions?
Into your hands I commit my spirit
Into your arms I surrender all
I am but the clay that you're pressing into
I'm taking the shape of you
I couldn't change this and I wouldn't want to
I'm at your mercy
Oh I'm at your mercy
Yeah I'm at your mercy
Oh I'm at your mercy
(Into your hands I commit my spirit...)