her perfection isn't fake
a way to cover up our mistakes
she keeps it high
she bears in grace
runs into a field
to find a hiding place
and she stops at a small old church
stormy wind seems to search
for her and her glory
she willesly gets drown inside
looks around and catches sight
of a lonely child
you carry a pretty light
i wanna be
like you
you're my utopia
now i am saved i am born again
won't forget my transformation
as long as you are with me
and very slowly i feel the blame
as the recurrent thing
recurrent thing
a way to cover up our mistakes
she keeps it high
she bears in grace
runs into a field
to find a hiding place
and she stops at a small old church
stormy wind seems to search
for her and her glory
she willesly gets drown inside
looks around and catches sight
of a lonely child
you carry a pretty light
i wanna be
like you
you're my utopia
now i am saved i am born again
won't forget my transformation
as long as you are with me
and very slowly i feel the blame
as the recurrent thing
recurrent thing