We walk down the street We watch the sunrise, hand in hand Empty lane drowns in crimson And heaven comes down We say "Good morning" to God And he answers with a bow We call on a nearby cafe To have a cup of morning I hear the the noise in there, and shocked i sit The heaven breaks in two There is a hole and god is sewing it Lots of work to do And holy water pouring from the sky in gentle summer rain But god is working still and angels fly I know your name
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