her perfection isn't fake a way to cover up our mistakes she keeps it high she bears in grace runs into a field to find a hiding place
and she stops at a small old church stormy wind seems to search for her and her glory she willesly gets drown inside looks around and catches sight of a lonely child
you carry a pretty light i wanna be like you you're my utopia now i am saved i am born again
won't forget my transformation as long as you are with me and very slowly i feel the blame as the recurrent thing recurrent thing