The seasons come, the seasons go
No body lasts forever no
We're bound to leave and get left behind;
I'd rather be the one who leaves
And not the one who's left to grieve
The one who's left to lose his mind

And so I write this letter to the Maker, the greatest mystery
To Creator,  the cause of everything

To the God in outer space
Feel my pain and show your face, Oh Lord I don't know
Wise men say you hear my call
Then turn this brokenness 'to something beautiful

The seconds pass, the clock moves slow
Wise men say it takes time to grow 
Well all I need is someone by my side;
No one wants be deceived
Lose faith in something they believe
Deep inside, deep inside

I write this letter to the Maker, there's much I have to say
To Creator, who gives and takes away

To the God in outer space
Feel my pain and show your face, Oh Lord I don't know
Wise men say you hear my call
Turn this brokenness 'to something beautiful

I write this letter to the Maker, who died upon that tree
To Creator, who gave it all for me
Who's tasted death for me

To the God who took my place
How I long to see your face, Lord I want to know
To the God who hears my call
Turn this brokenness 'to something beautiful

The God In Outer Space

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Hi guys! I've run out of minutes! if you want to hear more of my original songs, check out my solo project: https://soundcloud.com/skeptictankph

You can also check out my band: https://soundcloud.com/the-ridleys

a flickering light. just me, my guitar, and earphones. 

The God In Outer Space

Benny Manaligod