Here, without the grace of God, I am
This van/This skin - Full of fear - bending in every direction, save the one I could escape in
Leslie, come
Breath for me - This heart, this stone - Clench your fist around
My will is so strange and strong to drive this band
Straight to the bottom of the pool
I'm so sick of being clever; I just want to say something real
My pain and the truth are too close to tell right now
This is the reprieve
...Out the window - On the roof, two cans of a six-pack wagging from my hand
..A derisive scoff...naivete...sitting, looking, drinking, soft sunlight fading against the city skyline
...A black silhouette, starting to glow from the inside - Starting to crackle with life - One window at a time
Just like heaven radiates through the ceiling to my feet