1.Never Dim
Lyricist：Brad Curtis Olsen, Todd Thomas Olsen
I think, I smell the sunset, think, I feel the close of day
Clean shaven correspondents are all crowded at the gate
Smell the oil from their torches, their voices growing more
irate
Shepherd's staves are crooked, leading every crooked way
All the sheep lock their doors
Yeah, they're pulling down their shades
The faithful looking in their mirrors
The faithful growing old and gray
But I look at You, Your eyes are clear and bright
I see Your face, it's an amazing sight
Your Glory Lord, is still a burning light
The light that all our faithless hands could never dim
Think I smell the sunset, think, I smell the death of day
People laughing at a funeral, people dancing at a wake
All the seasons blend together
This bird's losing feathers everyday
But I look at You, Your eyes are clear and bright
I see Your face, it's an amazing sight
Your Glory Lord, is still a burning light
The light that all our faithless hands could never dim
And everybody's tired and scared and begging unbelief
But You have yet to break a sweat
You're not afraid, You're not afraid
I think, I smell the sunset, think, I feel the close of day
Shepherd's staves are crooked, leading every crooked way
People laughing at a funeral, people dancing at a wake
2.Number 9
Lyricist：Christine Mc Vie, Eddy Quintela
I don't believe another song could ever change the world
I don't believe that little boys grow up to be little girls
I don't believe that wishing ever really made it so
I don't believe you love me, you don't tell me anymore
I don't believe that suicide could ever open up any doors
Can't count on my lucky star if I don't know where it's at
Can't count on my fingers, I've got more sense than that
Can't count all my money, it all goes to pay the rent
Can't count on philosophers if I don't know what they meant
There's a time for counting one by one
And time for counting what's been spent
Some people live their lives, like they're on number 9
But I'm gonna be around for a long, long time
I see a stately temple standing in a trance
I see the saints of God breaking into dance
I see a band of angels running up and down the stairs
I see a thousand sparrows floating in the air
I see a love-sick Savior, and I can see the scars that He wears
Ooh, I see a love-sick Savior, and I can see the scars that He
wears
Some people live their lives, like they're on number 9
But I'm gonna be around for a long, long time
I don't wanna live my life in an endless nursery rhyme
For I'm gonna be around for a long, long, time
Some people live their lives like they're on number 9
But I'm gonna be around for a long, long time
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