Sunday night and it's half past nine
Sunday night and it's half past nine
Sunday night and it's half past nine
I'm leaving one more town behind
Mirrors are showing the day's last glow
Mirrors are showing the day's last glow
Mirrors are showing the day's last glow
As we're spit out into the jigsaw flow
Ahead where there should be the thickness of night
Ahead where there should be the thickness of nightAhead where there should be the thickness of nightStars are pinned on a shimmering curtain of light
Sky full of rippling cliffs and chasms
Sky full of rippling cliffs and chasmsSky full of rippling cliffs and chasmsThat shine like signs on the road to heaven...
I've been cut by the beauty of jagged mountains
I've been cut by the beauty of jagged mountains
I've been cut by the beauty of jagged mountains
And cut by the love that flows like a fountain from God.
So I carry these scars, precious and rare,
I carry these scars, precious and rare,
I carry these scars, precious and rare,
And tonight I feel like I'm made of air...
Sunday night and it's half past nine
Sunday night and it's half past nine
I'm leaving one more town behind
Mirrors are showing the day's last glow
Mirrors are showing the day's last glow
Mirrors are showing the day's last glow
As we're spit out into the jigsaw flow
Ahead where there should be the thickness of night
Ahead where there should be the thickness of nightAhead where there should be the thickness of nightStars are pinned on a shimmering curtain of light
Sky full of rippling cliffs and chasms
Sky full of rippling cliffs and chasmsSky full of rippling cliffs and chasmsThat shine like signs on the road to heaven...
I've been cut by the beauty of jagged mountains
I've been cut by the beauty of jagged mountains
I've been cut by the beauty of jagged mountains
And cut by the love that flows like a fountain from God.
So I carry these scars, precious and rare,
I carry these scars, precious and rare,
I carry these scars, precious and rare,
And tonight I feel like I'm made of air...