A Plea for Purging While the Sparrow Sleeps Lyrics

Outside these city walls I sing
while the sparrow sleeps.
These hands couldn't raise any higher.
This heart couldn't find a deeper hole.
With your blood on my hands,
I speak more about you than with you.
The work of my hands is not yet my prayer.
If a song is just a song, will my voice be heard.
You who are so close
if you would ask, then ask
how high could one man's praises raise?[2x]
My lips are longing for the kiss of your praises.
Outside these city walls
I sing while the sparrow sleeps.
These hands couldn't raise any higher.
This heart couldn't find a deeper hole