One, two, three

It's the sound of it that brings me there
This city locked into the song of prayer
That finds no melody
Every moment of the working day
The twitching muscles in each step I take
The prayer is all of me

That I'd be
Anywhere that you are, that you are
That I'd be
Anywhere that you are, that you are

Maybe I have yet to venture out
See the places that I hear about
Planes and trains and cars
Carve their lines into a curve-like blades
All I get to are mistakes half-made
Leave the door ajar

That I'd be
Anywhere that you are, that you are
I'd be
Anywhere that you are, that you are

But prayer
Is all of me, all of me
The prayer
Is all of me, all of me

That I'd be
Anywhere that you are, that you are
That I'd be
Anywhere that you are, that you are