[00:00.00] 作曲 : Mendonca/Gray/Scanlan/Theobalds[00:00.00] Nothing could save the Baptist[00:41.91]Not cross, not altar, nor crucifix[01:08.07]Old time lays waste the spirit[01:14.73]Without condoning or condemning[01:33.57]A complex sense of purpose[01:39.54]For those with eyes to see[01:42.72]“ This town is afraid of me[01:48.36]With good reason,[01:51.27]It has see my true face ”[02:10.83][ Solo Mendonca][02:58.26]Walking freely among the enemy[03:02.04]The Baptists lack of inner capacity[03:05.22]Philosophical sagacity[03:09.72]It is not seen as a defect[03:13.98]But as a sign of strength[03:17.79]A sign of strength[03:21.39]"I shall lay my hands upon you[03:30.69]Feel my hands touch you"[03:34.71]As if the eyes of the blind come open[03:47.67]Here is the servant[03:48.51]In whom my soul delights[03:49.14]Ancient sadness of desert sands[03:53.01]An unending hymn of praise[03:54.03]To the Sanhedrin of Sheol[03:57.72]Everything is real[03:58.80]Everything dies[06:11.64]"I shall my hands upon you[06:22.68]Feel my hands touch, touching you..."[08:08.01]Here's the one in who my soul delights[08:16.08]Close enough to touch yet out of reach[08:24.36]Everything is real[08:26.82]Everything dies[08:30.96]...close enough to touch you...[08:36.12][Solo Wilcock]