I just spoke silence with the seeker next to me She had a heart with hesitant, halting speech That turned to mine and asked belligerently "What do I live for?" I see the scars of searches everywhere I go From hearts to wars to literature to radio There's a question like a shame no one will show "What do I live for?" We are Hosea's wife We are squandering this life Using people like ladders and words like knives ^CHORUS If we've eyes to see If we've ears to hear To find it in our hearts and mouths The word that saves is near Shed that shallow skin Come and live again Leave all you were before To believe is to begin There is truth in little corners of our lives There are hints of it in songs and children's eyes It's familiar, like an ancient lullaby What do I live for? We are Hosea's wife We are squandering this life Using bodies like money and truth like lies ^{CHORUS Bridge} We are more than dust That means something That means something We are more than just Blood and emotions Inklings and notions Atoms on oceans