you call me out I don’t hear a sound / you call me up but I’m on the ground
and I don’t want to be left outside/ when you come to take your bride
you said you’d come to take your bride

you said you’d break the dawn/ can you hear my song – how long
you said you’d break the day/ can you hear me say – how long

under seven thunders one man fails/ under seven layers of skin and scales
if i could touch the hem then i'd be made new/ when the grass is wet with dew
i think the grass is wet with dew

i don’t want to banished/left outside/ expelled repelled ignored denied - outside castle walls stand so tall/
i’ve heard a call but i’m on the fallen side outside

2005 - David Zach

Behind the Song:
"I'm not a theologian or a philosopher. I don't claim to know exactly how redemption works - I only know that it does work and that I want it to be working in my life. Sometimes people make the mistake of reading into lyrics. I honestly don't know a lot of the answers to these questions. There are three men that have inspired the lyrics to this album more then anyone else: David (my namesake, king, psalmist, failure), Jon Foreman and Clive Staples Lewis. There is a creature in one of C.S. Lewis' books that has these layers of scales that must be torn off in order to realize the intended life beneath the surface. Sometimes I feel like I need some scales torn off. Here is a bit from his essay 'The Weight of Glory' that describes the longing of my heart in 'Break': "in some sense, as dark to the intellect as it is unendurable to the feelings, we can be both banished from the presence of him who is present everywhere and erased from the knowledge of him who knows all. We can be left utterly and absolutely outside --repelled, exiled, estranged, finally and unspeakably ignored. On the other hand, we can be called in, welcomed, received, acknowledged. We walk every day on the razor edge between these two incredible possibilities. Apparently, then, our lifelong nostalgia, our longing to be reunited with something in the universe from which we now feel cut off, to be on the inside of some door which we have always seen from the outside, is no mere neurotic fancy, but the truest index of our real situation. And to be at last summoned inside would be both glory and honor beyond all our merits and also the healing of that old ache." (C.S. Lewis)" - David Zach (Remedy Drive)