When the world looks at me
I wonder what they see
Underneath these eyes
Oh, smiles masquerade as pain
And grow up to be shame
Then leave me with a lie
I know they, they don’t see my flaws
Or these hidden scars
And all the mess I’ve made
Oh, so don’t, don’t let Sunday fool ya
Here’s my hallelujah
Every single day
I’m running to Your grace
Ey, ey, ey
I’m tired of this dirty heart
That keeps our world apart
I need Your loving fire
And even in these church clothes
I can’t dress up my soul
To be free is my desire
