I'm running after all the rapture.
Cloak me in your questions and mysteries.
I want to see your pale, blue eyes coming out of red light.
And, where you are is where I want to be.
I want to hear your glow pressed in shadows removed.
Will you bring mercy?
And take away the walls of grief?
You see my hands are not clean from shame.
Scatter yourself in my dark heart and pull out the arrows of my
disgraces.
Where you are is where I want to be.
I want to hear your glow pressed in shadows removed.
When the nightmare falls asleep, is it you that shuts its eyes..
How?
Where you are is where I want to be.
I want to hear your glow pressed in shadows removed saying only good
thoughts, my lov