Sarah knows how the moon turns life around
Sarah knows when the retrograde's coming down
Everybody wants a story dressed in stars
Such a pretty picture
Such a grooming pastor
Sarah's got a hotline direct from Heaven
Sarah's saving seats for the flock she's shepherding
Does everybody else see a glass man made of sand?
With emerald sunglasses and a bedazzled curtain
What is that man holding that box on his own?
Don't tell him what he is
He ain't gonna let that go
I tell you
Lassie
It's all inside your narrative
Angels are fairytales and prophets ain't ten a penny
People like points of worship
Love a reference
So they can talk for ages on what relates to them
Do I think Sarah hears Yeshua talking?
I'm not sure
But she sure does hear something
Darkness needed light
The light reveals the hidden
When the steps have lost their direction
Witchcraft is born
What is that man holding that box on his own?
Don't tell him what he is
He ain't gonna let that go
Your painted frame doesn't show where I am
You don't know as much as you think you do
You don't know as much as you think you do
We are a generation of the self-obsessed
If he told you otherwise
You wouldn't like him
They say they're down in the thick
He's above it
Beams of light are above the destiny
And the image of Heavenly beams
She sells herself
Selling is for the self
And the self is a cheap old tool
Before that truth came from above all
The man's love of himself
Suffering by himself
What is that man holding that box on his own?
Don't tell him what he is
He ain't gonna let that go
Your painted frame doesn't show where I am
You don't know as much as you think you do
You don't know as much as you think you do