Would you care for a taste
Of impossibility?
A game of dice with God?
Would you be so hell-bent
On winning?
The heavens are clouding
The thunder is calling
The rain is falling
Down on me.
Yeah, I am worried
That the Creator's glory
Will drown me,
Will drown me.

Are you trying to fly,
Through the clouds?
Greater still than the storm?
Why are you so hell-bent
On freedom?
The heavens are calling
But sin is dragging
And you are falling
Down on me.
Yeah, I am worried
That all your striving
Is not enough,
Yeah, not enough.


So have a thought
Of a glorious future
Sometime you'll find
That it'll kill ya
But it's not enough,
Not enough.