Blinding Light Of Heaven (Darshan)

I count the tables, she counts the trees
I tell stories, she speaks of everything she sees
I'm in the shade, she's in the blinding light of heaven

A fire raised by paper boats
But now she stands before me opening the buttons of her coat
I find myself wrapped in open arms of heaven

She's giving me everything she owns
Electricity

I hear his work, these idle hands
I turn my back, while she's done everything she can
I've lied awake eaten by the poverty of anger

She's giving me directions home
I don't see a thing
Except this gentle glow of haloes

He told me of the grace I lack
He clipped my wings but now my strength is coming back
I lay my case before the open heart of heaven

She's giving me everything she owns
I don't see a thing
Except this gentle glow of haloes