Ha Shem, he can reach into your heart without cutting through the skin
Removing the pain that then casting it into a plastic bin
There’s no need for a scalpel or a knife,
You know you’re only living half a life
Its time for his torch so the hurt will depart,
Then comes the time, the time for a new start

The sea gently rolled all the way over my rough sand in its time
Taking all that debris all of that hurt, all of the pain of mine
My beach is now so lovely, clean and smooth,
No longer marked with lines, pit or groove
Ha Shem he can clean away pain from the heart
Then comes the time, the time for a new start

There’s peace in our gardens
now that the strange weeds with bad roots are pulled out
I held the red wine, my friend was holding a glass of stout
Notes sang by a bird slid in to my ear
And that nice smell was filling the atmosphere
Now flowers have been planted from the hurt we are apart
Then comes the time, the time for a new start