MMCM - Signs And Wonders

MMCM - Signs And Wonders I learned the shape of desperation How long a frightened face will hold Which eyes will break beneath the lighting Which hands will shake when they are told That someone here has been selected That someone here has heard His name That somewhere in this room a body Is about to prove our claim I learned to wait Until the silence Starts believing for itself Pain looks holy Under white light Hope looks better Framed just right Signs and wonders Hold the shot Signs and wonders Show them God Give them something They can worship Before the doubt Has time to start Signs and wonders Keep it tight Truth looks ugly Under light The man in aisle eleven Could stand for half a minute straight We knew his legs were not yet useless We knew exactly what to fake Not the body Just the meaning Let him rise And let them choose What they think They've seen before them Truth has always needed less Than proof Pain looks holy Under white light Hope looks better Framed just right Signs and wonders Hold the shot Signs and wonders Show them God Give them something They can worship Before the doubt Has time to start Signs and wonders Keep it tight Truth looks ugly Under light Don't let them see him sit back down Don't let them see him sit back down Don't let them see him A mother brought her daughter With a scarf around her head Too pale beneath the stage lights Too tired to hold her own weight We moved them closer to the aisle Not because we meant to heal But dying children make believers If you give the room Enough to feel I remember how her mother Held both hands around her wrist As though a pulse could be persuaded By refusing To release it Not tonight Not tonight Not here Not now Keep the camera somewhere else She died before the weekend We were ready by the dawn Had the photograph retouched Before the family knew it ran We called her brave We called her chosen We called her suffering divine We built a Sunday around her death And placed the giving line Beneath her eyes Signs and wonders Hold the shot Signs and wonders Show them God If she lives We call it mercy If she dies We call it love Signs and wonders Keep it clean Never show The space between What they begged for What we promised And the body On the screen There is always something useful In a body failing young There is always something sacred Once the editing is done There is always someone grieving There is always someone scared There is always someone desperate To believe That someone Cared I used to hear the crying After everyone had gone Now I hear the numbers Climbing Every time The music comes on Signs and wonders Hold the shot Signs and wonders Show them God Give them something Pain can kneel to Give them something Grief can buy Signs and wonders Frame it right Nothing dies If we can use it One more night The red light comes on I find the tears And God Appears