The Truest Stars We Know

Someone gets to be the river, someone is the sea

Someone gets to be the fire, someone is the leaves

And someone's walkin' in the morning light

And callin' to it cold

Everybody moves beneath the truest stars they know

Jesus and his trophy wives are prayin'

For the suicides and the orphans

Save us all from what we want

Beautiful and beaten back to life

Someone has the door to Heaven, someone has the lock

Someone has to be the dove when someone is the hawk

And someone's talkin' to the miles around

And hearin' them for good

Everybody's branches fallin' harder than they should

And I know, Jesus and his trophy wives are prayin'

Are prayin' for the broken to be noticed

Save us all from what we want

Beautiful and beaten back to life

Back to life

Back to life