All that I know now I'm pitching far too high I cannot behold The gilted angel's robe The guilted pierced soul I cannot behold And the heavens roll And the trumpets blow And the sun outside burns this uncertain soul All my learning stops Whilst trying to join the dots That pin-prick the night Sun streams its life through the glass Scriptures and sermons elapse Suddenly, I'm with you I'm old enough now to decide To leap out and loosen these ties But something is grounding me And it's something I like And the heavens roll And the trumpets blow And the sun outside burns this uncertain soul