We'll be taking off our clothes to sing
We'll be wearing our own skin
We'll be taking off a whole lot more
Just so we can sing
Just so we can sing
Hope is coming out tonight
Knocking at the door
You've got to let that stranger in
Looking at your soul
Looking at your soul
A peeling and a shedding mind
Changing what we are worth
Blessed are the meek somehow
Taking in the earth
They are taking in the earth
And all this talk of love and peace
And wanting something true
Well peace can cut the rope sometimes
That's holding on to me and you
That's holding on to me and you
Hope is coming out tonight
Knocking at the door
You?ve got to let that stranger in
Looking at your soul
Looking at your soul
No sentimental bags of gold
To occupy the hurt
It?s knowing what the demons sold
When falling to the earth
When falling to the earth
Now I am stretching out across the land
Trying my best to understand
While fear is barking like a dog
But I am holding out my hand
Still holding out my hand
Hope is coming out tonight
Knocking at the door
You've got to let that stranger in
Looking at your soul
Looking at your soul
