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Hearts aren't really our guides.
We are truly alone.
'Cause God ain't up in the sky,
Holding together our bones.

Remember we used to speak?
Now I'm starting to think
That your voice was really my own,
Bouncing off the ceiling back to me.

God, this can't be.
God, this can't be.
God, could it be that all we see is it?
Is this it?
Is this it?

Won't you come down, heaven?
Won't you come down?
Won't you cut through the clouds?
Won't you come down?

Won't you come down heaven?
Won't you come down?
Won't you cut through the clouds?
Won't you come down?
Come down.
Come down.
Come down.

Oh, my heaven, why do you have doors to close?
Do you have clouds to stop his voice?

Oh, my heaven, why do you have doors to close?
Do you have clouds to stop his voice on the way down?

And God, this can't be,
And God, this can't be. 
And God, could it be that all we see is it?
Is this it?

God, does grace reach to this side of madness?
'Cause I know this can't be
The great peace we all seek.

Won't you come down, heaven?
Won't you come down?
Won't you cut through the clouds?
Won't you come down?

Did your clouds stop his voice?
And, brother, have you found the great peace that we all seek?
You say, take a look around.
If there's a God, then he must be asleep.
God must be asleep.
God must be asleep.
God must be asleep.
God must be asleep.