Mirrors are showing the day's
last glow (3x)
as we're spit out into the jigsaw flow.
Ahead where there should be
the thickness of night
star are pinned on a shimmering curtain of light.
Sky full of rippling cliffs
that shine like signs on the road to heaven...
* * *
I've been cut by the beauty
of jagged mountains
and cut by the love that flows like a fountain from God.
So i carry these scars, precious
and tonight i feel like i'm made of air...