Blinding Light of Heaven

I count the tables, she counts the trees

I tell her stories, she speaks of everything she sees

I'm in the shade, she's in the blinding light of heaven



Her fire raised my paper boats

Now she stands before me opening the buttons of her coat

I find myself wrapped in the open arms of heaven



She's giving me everything she owns

Electricity



He has worked these idle hands

I've turned my back while she's done everything she can

I've lied awake eaten by the poverty of anger



She's giving me directions home

I don't see a thing



He told me of the grace I lacked

He clipped my wings, but now my strength is coming back

I'll lay my case before the open heart of heaven



She's giving me directions home

I don't see a thing