Oh oh Jesus
What has your birthday
become
We are in crevasse
hoping we could feel
gladsome
Oh oh Jesus
What has your birthday
become
We are in crevasse
hoping we could feel
gladsome
A lost lamb shouts out
In seemingly endless field
Will you hear us
In our abyss
Oh oh Jesus
What has your birthday
become
We are in crevasse
hoping we could feel
gladsome
A lost lamb shouts out
In seemingly endless field
Will you hear us
In our abyss Aaaaah Oooooh
Oh oh Jesus
What has your birthday
become
We are in crevasse
hoping we could feel
gladsome
Oh oh Jesus
What has your birthday
become
We are in crevasse
hoping we could feel
gladsome
A lost lamb shouts out
In seemingly endless field
Will you hear us
In our abyss
Oh oh Jesus
What has your birthday
become
We are in crevasse
hoping we could feel
gladsome
A lost lamb shouts out
In seemingly endless field
Will you hear us
In our abyss Aaaaah Oooooh