In your eyes I see your poison
I see your broken heart
But when I turn and I feel your touch
I can't hurt so much
Winter warms us up and God would say it's holy
Spring falls out of grace as angels tell our aching story
But maybe we're just all unworthy
And God won't take us home
Into darkness we're retreating
Not from the eyes of love
We'll run away and we'll start the story
Of how our world be gun
The heavens open up and the spirits answer
The souls of the deprived no longer serve any master
They sing the song of a freest grandeur
They've found a brand new home
They've found a brand new home
They've found a brand new home