All that I know now
I'm pitching far too high
I cannot behold
The gilted angel's robe
The guilted pierced soul
I cannot behold
And the heavens roll
And the trumpets blow
And the sun outside burns this uncertain soul
All my learning stops
Whilst trying to join the dots
That pin-prick the night
Sun streams its life through the glass
Scriptures and sermons elapse
Suddenly, I'm with you
I'm old enough now to decide
To leap out and loosen these ties
But something is grounding me
And it's something I like
And the heavens roll
And the trumpets blow
And the sun outside burns this uncertain soul

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