He talks to me in mighty arcs of monotone
My faith revered, It shrinks beneath the heavy drone
And catapulted upwards by the sound
And splinters Heaven bound, Again, Return to me
I will sing to you this violence
I will sing to you this reverence
I will sing to you whatever will be sung, On Earth thy will be done to this
This Perfect Tense
She talks to me in mighty arcs of her new scene
And my faith revered still shrinks beneath the heavy seed
And catapulted upwards by the sound
And splinters Heaven bound, Again, Return to me
I will sing to you this violence
I will sing to you this reverence
I will sing to you whatever will be sung, On Earth thy will be done to this
This Perfect Tense
And I will sing to you this violence
I will sing to you this Perfect Tense
I will sing to you this violence
I will sing to you this reverence
I will sing to you whatever will be sung, On Earth thy will be done for this
This Perfect Tense