It's well past midnight, and I'm awake with questions that won't wait for daylight
Separating fact from my imaginary fiction, on this shelf of my conviction
I need to find the place where You and I come face to face

Thomas needed proof that You had really risen undefeated
When he placed his fingers where the nails once broke your skin
Did his faith finally begin
I've lied if I've denied the common ground I've shared with him

And I, I really want to know You
and I want to make each day a different way
that I can show you how I really want to love You
be patient with my doubt, I'm just trying to figure out Your will
And I really want to know You still

Nicodemus could not understand how you could truly free us
he struggled with the image of a grown man born again
We might have been good friends
Cause sometimes I still question too how easily we come to You

But I, I really want to know You
and I want to make each day a different way
that I can show you how I really want to love You
be patient with my doubt, I'm just trying to figure out Your will
And I really want to know you still

No more camping on the porch of indecision
no more sleeping under stars of apathy
and it might be easier to dream
but dreaming's not for me

And I,  I really want to know You
and I want to make each day a different way
that I can show you how I really want to love You
be patient with my doubt, I'm just trying to figure out Your will
And I really want to know you still

I want to know You (really want to know you)
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah...
I really want to know You, really want to know You
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...