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
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
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