I used to believe in God on Sunday mornings,
Wednesday evenings, and Saturday afternoons.
Now I believe when a rare wind blows a song
through the flute of a terrestrial heaven, and
I recognize the tune before I know the source.
I used to believe in God on Sunday mornings,
Wednesday evenings, and Saturday afternoons.
Now I believe when a rare wind blows a song
through the flute of a terrestrial heaven, and
I recognize the tune before I know the source.