He sighed deeply in his spirit
Why does this generation seek a sign
No sign will be given to this generation
Went to the other side

I believe, help my unbelief
I believe, help my unbelief
I believe, help my unbelief
Went to the other side

We're mute, we're deaf, we're scared silent
Ear to the ground listening for rain
We're sinking in tides already tamed
No sign will be given us
Come to the other side

We must pick up our hands and feet
We good and know what we must know
He's said, he's preached and healed
It has been driven out
No sign will be given us
Come to the other side

He sighed deeply in his spirit
He sighed deeply in his spirit
He sighed deeply in his spirit
And he went to the other side