There's an elevator here
Pocket for the rain
Taking all our hearts across this river
And back again
Making all our crosses clear of all our skeletons
I can still remember when
God was fish you took on Sunday
She said
She said
Burning candles all around our bed
She said
She said
The end of May
We will begin again
It's the skill of summer
It's a new parade
In another season it's the work of faith
Between our harnesses
And harmony
It's the skill of summer
It's the work of faith
We can burn the billboards advertising life as lies
We can bury ourselves in each others eyes
We can hide our hearts
Hide our hopes and hide our dreams
I can still remember when
God was fish you took on Sunday
She said
She said
Burning candles all around her bed
She said
She said
The end of May
We will begin again
It's the skill of summer
It's a new parade
In another season it's the work of faith
Between our harnesses
And harmony
It's the skill of summer
It's the work of faith
It's the skill of summer
It's a new parade
In another season it's the work of faith
Between our harnesses
And harmony
It's the skill of summer
It's the work of faith
It's the skill of summer
It's the skill of summer
It's the skill of summer
It's the skill of summer
