The Finest Hour

Our smiles tell the lie
Our laughter hides the question
We’re still not sure we’ve come to grips with who we are
Outside a Renaissance, inside a Great Depression
We boast enlightenment but we can’t feel the spark
And the paradise that was
Cannot be found inside of us
We must look above
We must look to love
Our hands hold fast to earth
Our mouths speak not of Eden
We’re too afraid we’ll come to grips with who we are
We starve ourselves of faith
Oh, we overdose on reason
But too much medicine is poison to the heart
And the paradise that was
Cannot be found inside of us
We must look above
We must look to love
Life is a moment
Love is our finest hour
Beneath its form, we surrender
The world’s a desert
Love is our only flower
Beneath its shade, we remember
Life is a moment
Haaa
Love is our finest hour
Life is a moment
Love is our finest hour
Beneath its form, we surrender
The world’s a desert
Love is our only flower
Beneath its shade, we remember
Who we are
Who we are
Look at the face
Behind the glass
And who we are
We’re souls that bore
Who we are
We know there’s more
Look at the man
Behind the mask
Who love would save
Beneath the ash