Something has come into my sight.
Something else has come to light.
Be it fancy free,
or be it killing me,
it's never at the right time.

How you slip into my mind...
You do. Oh, you do.

I see your life through the opaque
casting out across my lake.
It pulses bright and dim.
It pulses through your sin,
but it's never at the right time.

How you slip into my mind...
You do. Oh, you do.

When the day of reckoning comes, what will you do?
You want me to stand by you?
When the ground beneath you starts to give, what will you do?
You want me to stand by you?
When the water takes your house, what will you do?
You want me to stand by you?
When you need me more than before, what will I do?
You think I'm gonna stand by you?