Hearts arent really our guides.
We are truly alone.
Cause God aint up in the sky,
Holding together our bones.
Remember we used to speak.
Now Im starting to think,
Your voice was really my own,
Bouncing off the ceiling back to me.
God, this cant be.
God, this cant be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?
Come down, heaven.
Wont you come down?
Wont you cut through the clouds?
Wont you come down?
Oh, my heaven, why do you have doors to close?
Do you have clouds to stop his voice on the way down?
God, this cant be.
God, this cant be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?
God, does grace reach to this side of madness?
Cause I know this cant be,
The great peace we all seek.
Come down, heaven.
Wont you come down?
Wont you cut through the clouds?
Wont you come down?
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