I'm starting to see   just how I get so lost while I'm looking at the book   inside the Counselor's door      And starting to read   I lose track of the time and I forget just what it was   that I had come here for      CHORUS   But I'm learning to remember   Oh I'm learning to remember      A walk in the rain   can be so painful if you've been so dry that now you've cracked   and now you're open and sore      Ignoring the pain   seems so perfect as an option til you're lying   nearly dead on the floor      BRIDGE   I find that I forget   the blood and how it mixed with sweat   the saving of the lost   the breathing of Your last upon a cross