It's Coming

Blowing stars, he's in from afar to shake us with style and grace
Talk's loud,
'Cause the crowd's been drinking lies since the break of day
Straight-faced,
Your sounds start ripping through us with an honest blade
In six notes choking through the smoke you make this a holy place

He's got Grace to soothe
The darkest face of the Moon
Night, she's harder than truth
Oh Sunday, won't you come soon

Shake that pain, the city's gain, he's taking you far away
Keep time, with a noise divine, escape from this whole charade
Urban slick is slow to trick the music of a higher mind
He sees all, begs a bugle call: surrender, leave it all behind

He's got Grace to soothe
The darkest face of the Moon
Night, she's harder than truth
Oh Sunday, won't you come soon

Heaven kissed your lips, earth gave the mater and a heart to play
The grave takes will rob and shake the night of her finest star
But where a soul still hopes you know the music is never far