Look up at the light,
the darkest of nights.
A sliver of Heaven gets through.
And where it lands,
I can't understand.
A child, how could it be You?
Only a fool, for only a rube,
would make this a sign of the times.
How can I pray
if you answer this way,
in the sound of one poor baby crying.
You're a fool, you're a fool,
to say there is room at the inn
for people like us.
And if you would think twice,
you'd realize,
this world wants none of your love.
Your world's full of war.
What are we fighting for?
The chance to be first in the pack.
And now you're telling me
that the way be free
is to fight for the chance to be last.
You're a fool, you're a fool,
to say there is room at the inn
for people like us.
And if you would think twice,
you'd realize,
this world wants none of your love.
And this baby of yours,
He wants nothing, of course,
but a parent to cradle Him tight.
No need be king of anything,
on this quiet most silent of nights.
So I stand here now.
I can't kneel or bow
at this manger of insanity.
But if it is true,
the child light is in you,
would you ask God to spare some for me?
You're a fool, you're a fool,
to say there is room at the inn
for somebody like me.
And if you would think twice,
you'd realize you're wasting your love,
can't you see?
You're a fool, you're a fool,
to say there is room at the inn
for somebody like me.
And if you would think twice,
you'd realize you're wasting your love,
can't you see?
Look up at the light,
the darkest of nights.
A sliver of heaven gets through.
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