Punch Drunk
In open fields of wild flowers,
She breathes the air and flies away
She thanks her Jesus for the daisies and the roses,
in no simple language.
Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all
He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
As close as a heartbeat or a song on her lips.
Someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see Him.
Someday He'll call her and she will come running,
and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and she'll pray,
"I want to fall in love with You." x4
She wants to say...
Sitting silent wearing
She breathes the air and flies away
She thanks her Jesus for the daisies and the roses,
in no simple language.
Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all
He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
As close as a heartbeat or a song on her lips.
Someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see Him.
Someday He'll call her and she will come running,
and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and she'll pray,
"I want to fall in love with You." x4
She wants to say...
Sitting silent wearing
Dancing in the Ashes
Flashes of the devil's eye
Crying at the shadow of the sun
Faceless, and godless
Dancing through the mazes of the sky
They steal the breath of the sleeping dogs
To steam the great machine and start
The ride
Shaking, and breaking
With the silence of a stranger passing by
With the breath of the morning cold
Just like the death of the morning cold