Heaven sent you with a ribbon on your finger
Heaven sent you into my bad dreams
Heaven sent you and they asked you to linger
And not forget how rare it seems
You're the cold I feel in the summer
You guide the wind that blows off my leaves
You're what keeps my inside all winter
And always so lifeless in spring
It's self-appointed importance
That hid our natural view
Hollow but shrouded in substance
Proclaiming to be the mightiest few
All my lonely blue participation awards
Hung up, spray painted gold
Retired vows I left still painted on your windows
A tired glimpse I have to scripted scenes
With tired voices searching aisles for a safe soul
And everyone but you heard me
It's self-appointed importance
That hid our natural view
Hollow but shrouded in substance
Proclaiming to be the mightiest few
All my lonely blue participation awards
Hung up, spray painted gold
Pull your dull
Sheet of gold
Armor on
Reap your sow
And narrow your view
Behold our truth
Know heaven is home
No other place you can know