Lyrics:

Hill-Hillman

The night never looked as dark as this
When the world slipped through you fingertips
I held you close, the tears pouring down
With thought of him spinning around

A spark of life like the wind to a flame
Who can stand and who's to blame
Who are we when we fail to cope
In the bad times is where we find our hope

We cannot answer and we'll never know
What is the basic question grows and grows
It's a lifelong mystery, buried in the sand
It's all a part of God's plan

So hold me tight through this lullabye
There's always tomorrow and the answer is life
Who are we when we fail to cope
In the bad times is where we find our hope

We cannot answer and we'll never know
What is the basic question grows and grows
It's a lifelong mystery, buried in the sand
It's all a part of God's plan