A division,
a spot of bother.
Part the waters, Moses.
We will wait here and clench our teeth,
for the dams might break
and destroy this city.

This town is slurring its words all over the pavement.
These columns of stone and fountains of gold
won't last forever.
(Selah)
Don't blink,
because I'm trusting you'll keep watch with me.

Kyrie, eleison.