This is a song
Where I've lost most everything
But all I really need
Is a cigarette

And as I'm painting glorious pictures
As I'm waltzing through the hills
I find existence
In my own mind

Lowly low
How the wall of Jericho
Came crashing down

I'm underneath the surface
With all the air that I can breath

This is a psalm
A sacred scripture
Where the moon that rises high
Is not always full

But its full tonight
And I find colors in the dark
I find peace
That cannot be

Height of highs
God is found in love and song
And abandoned temples

I'm trapped and conquered
And feeling free