i woke to the sirens of the city they were calling me to hold my head up high but the truth was in the dust that hangs like curtains from the beggars to the sky the ads and billboards rained in every language the message every politician knows when were fed that we are nothing well believe it and then do what we are told the spark of the divine i see it in your eyes its there behind the lies that tie you down on the wings of the morning hope is rising in the darkest night your love and light prevail ask any good detective he will tell you its the eyes that always give the truth away and in yours i see the feat thats bound and gagged you with no hope for escape its true that we are fallen as an angel but you and me were also holy as a prayer made in the image of a giver and a lover who left his throne to come down here the spark of the divine i see it in your eyes its there behind the lies that tie you down on the wings of the morning hope is rising in the darkest night your love and light prevail we will rise on the wings of the morning though we hide hide in the shadows of the night there is hope hope in the hands that have made us and are holding us tight hope is rising on the wings of the morning hope is rising in the shadows of the night hope is rising from the hands that have made us and are holding us tight 