
I'm alive to the rhythm.
I'm alive to the saints.
I'm inside of a canvas of oil, and Mary, she paints.
I will lie on my belly.
I will lie on my face
To apologize every moment for any disgrace.
Coming back to where you wait,
I am high above you.
Broken hearts will be replaced,
I am high above you.
I can fly when I'm wounded.
I can see in the dark.
I believe that the future is written by muscle and heart.
I can slide through the window,
Enter in by the side.
There is nothing to keep me from moving in close on a glide.
Coming back to where you wait,
I am high above you.
Broken hearts will be replaced,
I am high above you.
It's never too late
To fix what you break.
Coming back to where you wait,
I am high above you.
Broken hearts will be replaced,
I am high above you.
Coming back, it's not too late
I am high above you.
We fix all things that violate,
I am high above you.
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