Prism of Light

Hang up the phone and lay my body in the grass

God, it feels good to be quiet

There is an answer, but it sure ain't coming fast

Can't pay a surrogate to find it

Prisms of light

Whisper in the trees

Wake up the child

Inside of me

There's a hot, hot heat

In my body

Heaven only knows what I need

But if you see light, and you see it shining

Promise you will point it out to me

We're in the gutter, staring at a fever moon

We're all filthy with desire

My hollow heart tries to step out from under gloom

But my spirit's just so tired

There's a hot, hot heat

In my body

Heaven only knows what I need

But if you see light, and you see it shining

Promise you will point it out to me

Then I'll be a prism of light

Then I'll be a prism of light

Then I'll be a prism of light

Then I'll be a prism of light

Then I'll be a prism of light

Then I'll be a prism of light

Then I'll be a prism of light

Then I'll be a prism of light

Then I'll be a prism of light