Someone gets to be the river, someone is the sea Someone gets to be the fire, someone is the leaves And someone's walking in the morning light and calling to it cold Everybody moves beneath the truest stars they know Jesus and his trophy wives are praying for the suicides and the orphans Save us all from what we want, beautiful and beaten back to life Someone has the door to heaven, someone has the lock Someone has to be the dove when someone is the hawk And someone's talking to the miles around and hearing them for good Everybody's branch is falling harder than they should And I know Jesus and his trophy wives, praying for the broken to be noticed Save us all from what we want, beautiful and beaten back to life Back to life Back to life