

(hmmm, oh-oh)
The canvas flaps against the dark
This dirt floor holds the older scars
We brought our grief in wooden crates
To burn them at the temple gates
Oh, let the firelight lead us home
We are not lost,
we are not stone
(hallelujah) Raise up the rafters,
break the floor
We do not carry shame no more
(shhh...
hush now...)
The ash is cold,
the ground is torn
But from the fire,
the spark is born
We trace the lines upon the palm
And find our peace inside the psalm
Oh, let the firelight lead us home
We are not lost,
we are not stone
(hallelujah) Raise up the rafters,
break the floor
We do not carry shame no more
We do not carry shame... (ahhhh...)