Silent Temptations

(humm-mm-mm) Gold in the window,

a feast on the plate

Every sweet promise we pile on our plate

We chase down the hunger,

we follow the spark

But a flickering candle

can't conquer the dark

Oh, the heart is a compass that spins in the wind It

will lead you to places where shadows begin (don't follow the wind)

Don't let the hunger decide where you stand Build your house on

the rock, not the shifting of sand

Flesh has a whisper that sounds like a king

Promising empires for one little thing

But the crown that it offers is made out of clay

And the morning will wash all the glory away

We want what we see,

we crave what we feel (we crave what we feel) But the

eye can be blinded

by things that aren't real

(open your eyes)

Oh, the heart is a compass that spins in the wind It

will lead you to places where shadows begin (don't let it guide

you) Don't let the hunger decide where you stand Build your house

on the rock, not the shifting of sand

Not the shifting of sand

(no, no, no)

Just the steady light