Close of the day
Fireworks and rain
Feels like a holiday
Unburdens my frame
And this is not what I deserve

From where we fell
The voice of rapture tells
A story of weight and wonder
To carry us down
And this is not what we deserve

He rolls out a blanket
To hymns of the ages
Tales of the sages coming alive
And this is not what I deserve

Peace like no other
Kiss of a lover
The marks of my name torn into your hands
And this is not what you deserve...