Love is what makes me believe in resurrection,
Love is the self-giving strain of imperfection,
Love is me, reaching darkly in the night,
Love is you, holding me safely in the night.
Tightrope walking down the days of our lives,
Searching for eternity in the corners of our eyes.
Living as jack and joke, yoked up cow poke,
Sacred cattle in the rat race, struck out in a stroke.
Love is what makes me believe in resurrection,
Love is the self-giving strain of imperfection,
Love is me, reaching darkly in the night,
Love is you, holding me safely in the night.
Sightseeing London from this dirty river bed,
Celestial spires of
fortune, looming overhead,
Axe-maker, ice-breaker please fix us up -
Crucify our nightmares, pass the plenty cup.
Love is what makes me believe in resurrection,
Love is the self-giving strain of imperfection,
Love is me, reaching darkly in the night,
Love is you, holding me safely in the night.
Fight, well I ought, but only by your side.
Pulling up the blinds or hiding all our lives?
Can’t envision Heaven, can’t compare to Space,
But I’m here again, oncemoreagain part of the human race.
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