High-Low

High above change

Lifted up

Feet upon the land

Far below sky

Curling up

In his mothers hands

I see cold showers

And prayers that she used to know

Piece him together

For each stitch is borrowed

High low

High low

I wish I could..

Help you win

High low

High low

I pray visions of heaven

I was the one

I held him close

Whenever he came near

Believing my love

Could out run

His fear

My dove is in a cage

Brown paper bags

Of money to waste

Singing that god

Sheds the tears I taste

High low

High low

I wish I could..

Help you win

High low

High low

I pray visions of heaven

Up and up

We're free to grow

I see you

Your glory sold

You've fallen to my love of everything

I'm not surprised

What more could the cards ask

My brilliant warrior

Armed without a task

Soon there'll be flowers

And prayers that I used to know

Lifting forever

As you watch how we let you go

High low

High low

I never could help you win

High low

High low

My perfect vision of heaven

Of my love

Open arms receiving you