20418424 Soul Scalpel

Leaves fall, on the lake a quilt is made
All the things for which you prayed are delivered on a blade
Water rushes downward through the drain
May it wash away the stain and deliver you from chains

Geese fly overhead, they watch their young
While the jury may be hung, even still, the song is sung
Fountains spray a shower white as snow
And there's nowhere left to go, you have nothing left to show

Oh, how we fall from the sky to the ground
Oh, I hear a voice, I am lost in the sound

Music, all the beauty left in life
I will make the noise my wife, consecrated by the knife
Scalpel, like a surgeon of the soul
I will never fill this hole, I surrender all control

Oh, how we rise from the ground to the sky
Oh, first we drown, then we float, then we fly

Even in spite of the sinner I'll be
I will be healed by your intimacy
Never a tourist, I'm taking it slow
Following forward where the wind will blow

I will be loved by the people I find
Granted I stay open-minded and kind
Now I am fearless, accepting my fate
Seeing with eyes unclouded by hate



Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Hyland
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