To Be Loved

We might not know if it has a name

We might call it circumstance

We might try to look the other way

We might think it's accident

It's a wound--it's a sting

It's a finger with a string

It's a song with no words that we know

It's a mist--it's a dream

It's a faded memory

And we want it bad

We want it bad

Chorus:

To be here

To be now

To be open to the truth

To be held

To be seen

To be heard

To be faith

To be hope

And greatest gift of all--

To be loved--all we really want is

To be loved

We might call it the price of growing up

We might think it's fairytale

We might try to medicate the ache

We might think we're all alone

It's a name we can't speak

It's a stranger on the street

It's a hope in the things not seen

It's a peace that we crave

It's the thing for which we're made

And we want it bad

We want it bad

Chorus

We find no rest until we rest in You

We cling to our stubbornness

We let go of what we never had

To find our way to You

'Cause we hurt and we bleed

In our brokenness and need

And we're scared to come in too close

But Your love has a way

Of invading every space

And we want it bad

We want it bad