Beneath the windowsill of the house my ego built Is a worn and weathered splinter in the wall And that's where the vines sneak in Intertwining with my desire and sin They strangle the life I live They're defiling and undermining it Somehow I decided that All my righteousness would suffice for me I can't reconcile with What's refining and what's entitlement Can anyone set me free From the thorns that fetter me? 'Cause the bitterest roots run deep Run deep, they run deep And I only hope I'm wrong That it's flourished here this long 'Cause I drove it underground Would you clear away the vines that imprison me inside? Help me see a truth that's deeper than the roots go Beneath my peace of mind Underneath my fear inside Is a cynical denial of the truth And that's where the vines sneak in Intertwining with my desire and sin They whisper the lie that built The confinement that I am pining in Why am I running? Tell me, what am I running from? Is it the person I'm becoming Or is it what's beneath the rug? Like Icarus' threadbare wings Like Babylon's selfish king The bitterest roots run deep Run deep, they run deep And I only hope I'm wrong That it's flourished here this long 'Cause I drove it underground Would you clear away the vines that imprison me inside? Help me see a truth that's deeper than the roots go ♪ Would you clear away the vines that imprison me inside Help me see a truth that's deeper than the roots go Help me see a truth that's deeper than the roots go