Glory To You In The Highest by Blemishes On My Skin [A Holy World] 1999 Lyrics
The sun’s still asleep
The birds got no beat
You’re old, but you’re free
Your hands how they speak
You listen to Morrison at the church
And you ain’t got no heavy purse
You are something like another word
That ain’t ever been said on earth
Oh how I want to be like you
I want to be true
I hope you know that I see you float
And I know your wings are just see-through
The birds got no beat
You’re old, but you’re free
Your hands how they speak
You listen to Morrison at the church
And you ain’t got no heavy purse
You are something like another word
That ain’t ever been said on earth
Oh how I want to be like you
I want to be true
I hope you know that I see you float
And I know your wings are just see-through