Alive - John Mark McMillan

All my skin like porcelain

It cracks beneath the pressure of Your hands, again

I guess I’ve been thinking that it’s been to long

Since I fell down hard and bled my heart all over You

But maybe I never recovered

From the last one

What if I could be something more than me, yeah?

They say that I got a disease

Of the human kind

Maybe all I know

In Your arms and in Your eyes I’m more than alive

Well all I have to say about these serious days

And the condition of my heart

Is they’re both still as much a mystery to me as they both get so hard

When I forget what it’s like just to die in Your eyes

And when I live just to live in Your arms

Well, they say that a man can never go home

But I just can’t get out of Your front yard, no

What if I could be something more than me, yeah?

Everybody’s got a disease

Of the human kind

Maybe all I know

In Your arms and in Your eyes I’m more than alive

More than alive

More than alive

What if I could be something more than me, yeah?

They say that I got a disease

Of the human kind

Maybe all I know is

In Your arms and in Your eyes I’m more than alive