Lyrics

High above change Lifted up Feet upon the land Far below sky Curling up In his mothers hands I see cold showers And prayers that she used to know Piece him together For each stitch is borrowed High low High low I wish I could.. Help you win High low High low I pray visions of heaven I was the one I held him close Whenever he came near Believing my love Could out run His fear My dove is in a cage Brown paper bags Of money to waste Singing that god Sheds the tears I taste High low High low I wish I could.. Help you win High low High low I pray visions of heaven Up and up We're free to grow I see you Your glory sold You've fallen to my love of everything I'm not surprised What more could the cards ask My brilliant warrior Armed without a task Soon there'll be flowers And prayers that I used to know Lifting forever As you watch how we let you go High low High low I never could help you win High low High low My perfect vision of heaven Of my love Open arms receiving you