Close of the day Fireworks and rain
Feels like a holiday
Unburdens my frame
And this is not what I deserve
From where we fell
The voice of rapture tells
A story of weight and wonder
To carry us down
And this is not what we deserve
He rolls out a blanket
To hymns of the ages
Tales of the sages coming alive
And this is not what I deserve
Peace like no other
Kiss of a lover
The marks of my name torn into your hands
And this is not what you deserve
*lyrics by Sandra McCracken
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