I'm spending all my days
In backgrounds and landscapes
With the languages of saints
While people are spinning
Like toys on Christmas day
I'm inside a still life
With the other absentee
While Jesus is saving
I'm spending all my days
In the garden-grey pallor
Of lines across your face
While people will cheer on
The spectacle we've made
I'm sitting and sculpting
Menageries of saints
Oh, my man my absentee
I'd do anything to please you
Come my love the stage is waiting
Be the one to save my saving grace
While Jesus is saving
I'm spending all my grace
On rosy-red pallor
Of lights on center stage
While people have cheered on
The awful mess we've made
Through storms of red roses
We've exited the stage
While Jesus is saving I'm spending all my days In backgrounds and landscapes With the languages of saints While people are spinning Like toys on Christmas day I'm inside a still life With the other absentee While Jesus is saving I'm spending all my days In the garden-grey pallor Of lines across your face While people will cheer on The spectacle we've made I'm sitting and sculpting Menageries of saints Oh, my man my absentee I'd do anything to please you Come my love the stage is waiting Be the one to save my saving grace While Jesus is saving I'm spending all my grace On rosy-red pallor Of lights on center stage While people have cheered on The awful mess we've made Through storms of red roses We've exited the stage Explain Request ×
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