The Stuff of Us

almost biblical scenes unfold somewhere there deep in our mind

smell of the asphalt after the rain we disentangle the line

what if we just let all the dead wood burn down

could we open our smoke filled eyes just a little more deep and wide

heaven spread all around us love

maybe too close to see

and the stuff of us that's most real

is eternal and free

to be blessed is always to be cursed as well dark matter holds it all in place

so when we grind against it let's keep our angels true

our bodies bend the empty space

what if we just let all the dead wood burn down

could we open our smoke filled eyes just a little more deep and wide

heaven spread all around us love

maybe too close to see

and the stuff of us that's most real

is eternal and free