god is pouring out of everything
i saw her hiding in your words,
holding a dusty mirror…
when will the mystery see itself?
i see her, i see her
i see you
god is pouring out of everything
she’s living in your scars,
holding a post card,
reading a lost poem
you wrote to yourself,
an eternal memento
I can hear her, I can hear her
she’s hiding in your words
when you sing
god is pouring out of everything
she’s breathing you in
every time you grieve,
(can you feel her lungs?)
and when you love?
she releases you in a whisper,
a joyful scream,
an incandescent laugh,
as if it were her last…
I can feel her, I can feel her
she’s hiding in your words
when you sing…
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
god is pouring out of everything
i saw her hiding in your words,
holding a dusty mirror…
when will the mystery see itself?
i see her, i see her
i see you
god is pouring out of everything
she’s living in your scars,
holding a post card,
reading a lost poem
you wrote to yourself,
an eternal memento
I can hear her, I can hear her
she’s hiding in your words
when you sing
god is pouring out of everything
she’s breathing you in
every time you grieve,
(can you feel her lungs?)
and when you love?
she releases you in a whisper,
a joyful scream,
an incandescent laugh,
as if it were her last…
I can feel her, I can feel her
she’s hiding in your words
when you sing…
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