There's a kind of emptiness that can fill you.
There's a kind of hunger that can eat you up.
There's a cold and darker aide of the moonlight.
An' there's a lonely aide of love.

With you here. jesus, i am strong; no sign of weakness.
With you gone, jesus, i am hanging by a thread.

There's a certain kind of pain that can numb you.
There's a type of freedom that can tie you down.
Sometimes the unexplained can define you,
And sometimes, silence is the only sound.

With you here, jesus, i am strong; no sign of weakness.
With you gone. jesus, i am hanging by a thread.

With you here, jesus, i am strong; no sign of weakness.
With you gone, jesus. i am hanging by a thread.