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.