In your eyes I see the doorway to a thousand churches.
Self-conscious, uncertain, I'm showered by the dust. But the spirit enters into me and I submit to trust.
Deadlines are things that we pass through on the way to finishing.
I like the touch and the smell of all the pretty dresses you wear.
One doubt, one voice, one war, one truth, one dream.
Everybody nose dive, hold your breath, count to five. Back slap, booby trap, cover it up in bubble wrap. Room shake, earth quake, find a way to stay awake. It's going to blow, it's going to break, this is more than I can take.