Someone gets to be the river
Someone is the sea
Someone gets to be the fire
Someone is the leaves
And someone's walking in the morning light
And calling to it cold
Everybody moves beneath the truest stars they know
Jesus and his trophy wives are praying
For the suicides and the orphans
Save us all from what we want
Beautiful and beaten back to life
Someone has the door to heaven
Someone has the lock
Someone has to be the dog
When someone has to walk
And someone's talking to the miles around
And hearing them for good
Everybody's branch is falling harder than they should
And I know Jesus and his trophy wives are praying
For the broken to be noticed
Save us all from what we want
Beautiful and beaten back to life
Back to life
Back to life