Lyrics
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While Jesus is saving
I'm spending all my days
In backgrounds and landscapes
With the languages of saints
While people are spinning
Like toys on Christmas Day
I'm inside a still life
With the other absentee
While Jesus is saving
I'm spending all my days
In the garden-grey pallor
Of lines across your face
While people will cheer on
The spectacle we've made
I'm sitting and sculpting
Menageries of saints
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Oh, my man, my absentee
I'd do anything to please you
Come, my love, the stage is waiting
Be the one to save my saving grace
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While Jesus is saving
I'm spending all my grace
On a rosy-red pallor
Of lights on center stage
While people have cheered on
The awful mess we've made
Through storms of red roses
We've exited the stage
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