Besedila: Jars Of Clay. Good Monsters. Light Gives Heat.

Catch the rain, empty hands
Save the children from their lands
Wash the darkness from their skin
Heroes from the West
We don't know you, we know best
But this is not a test

You treat me like I'm blind
Setting fires around houses on the hill
But light gives heat
You segregate my mind
Burning crosses from your fears
But light gives heat

It's not the way to light their way
Boys in holes and empty fields
Oh, how good it feels
Lower class and understate
Empty promise, empty plate

You treat me like I'm blind
Setting fires around houses on the hill
But light gives heat
You segregate my mind
Burning crosses from your fears, your fears
But light gives heat, gives heat

You treat me like I'm blind
Setting fires around houses on the hill
But light gives heat
You segregate my mind
Burning crosses from your fears, oh, no
But light gives heat

Will you teach us how to love?
To see the things you see
Walk the road you walk
Feel the pain that you feel

At your feet, I kneel
I want to see you shine
See your light not mine
'Cause light gives heat
Your light gives heat