Sidewalk sweep, paper dust
Collecting words as if I must
A little salvation in a moment's glory
Passing on it's way with blind trust
Coffee stains, rag dolls
Arguing mirrors up in these halls
Washing my life in the same old color
Recognizing loss when it calls . . . again
Again
Find me awake
Find me awake
Turning name after name and golden statues
The work of a soul shouldn't burn with matches
Voice in the roar
Call me beloved
Call me beloved
Washing my life in the same old color
Recognizing loss when it calls . . . again
Again again again again again
Find me awake
Find me awake
Turning name after name and golden statues
The work of a soul shouldn't burn with matches
Voice in the roar
Find me awake
Find me awake
Turning name after name and golden statues
The work of a soul shouldn't burn with matches
Voice in the roar
Call me beloved
Call me beloved
Call me beloved