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