doubting thomas

all my life i've been working toward something, believing these hands could get me through, as my heart collects dust upon the shelves of my life, my hands are busy working up to you, and it seems that this goes on forever, one more rung on a ladder ten miles high, and as i sweat working one hand or the other every day, i look up, see the distance, start to cry, so i'm doubting thomas and what can i do, when my sandcastles don't get me closer to you, and the waves wash away what i thought was the truth, in my hands, i have to open up my heart. my arm's worn out from punching the air, as if i'm fighting with opponents never there, yet i know deep inside that this fight is with my soul, stop spitting in the wind and let the father take control, so i'm doubting thomas and what can i do, when my sandcastles don't get me closer to you, as they all wash away what i thought was the truth, in my hands, i have to open up my heart. my hands are tied and i'm drowning, my hands are tied what can i do, my hands are tied and i'm drowning without you, so i'm doubting thomas and what can i do, when my sandcastles don't get me closer to you, as they all wash away, look for a truth, in my hands, i have to open up my heart. so i'm doubting thomas and what can i do, when my sandcastles don't get me closer to you, as they all wash away and search for the truth, in my hands, i have to open up my heart.