Song | Heaven's Escape |
Artist | Joe Henry |
Album | Reverie |
They're showing a movie on the side of the bank | |
Oh, I'm in love with all creation | |
And the warmth of the hood of the car in the dark | |
Oh, I feel I'm an angel in waiting | |
Where time is alive in the dark of your face, | |
In the battles we've won, lost or misplaced, | |
In the promise of heaven and the hold of its gates, | |
Oh, I can see it now | |
But tell me how, my love, will we escape? | |
Oh how, my love, will we escape? | |
I've been asked now to speak a few words to the crowd | |
Oh, I could be sick any moment, | |
There's a crack in the porcelain cup of the sky | |
I broke it and wish I could own it | |
And all that leaks through the where we've driven the nail | |
To hang here suspended so human and frail, | |
From atop of this jerry-rigged circus in jail | |
That's folding the tent on us now | |
But tell me how, my love, will we escape? | |
Oh how, my love, will we escape? | |
I deserve a much nicer hotel room than this | |
With parking nearer the riot, | |
I can look to no man to make me more than I am | |
Though, honey, you might want to try it … | |
Oh, farewell to arms and to all we might be, | |
Farewell to this endless confused reverie, | |
Somewhere there's a heaven for you and for me | |
But oh, won't you please tell me now | |
Just how, my love, will we escape? | |
Oh how, my love, will we escape? |
They' re showing a movie on the side of the bank | |
Oh, I' m in love with all creation | |
And the warmth of the hood of the car in the dark | |
Oh, I feel I' m an angel in waiting | |
Where time is alive in the dark of your face, | |
In the battles we' ve won, lost or misplaced, | |
In the promise of heaven and the hold of its gates, | |
Oh, I can see it now | |
But tell me how, my love, will we escape? | |
Oh how, my love, will we escape? | |
I' ve been asked now to speak a few words to the crowd | |
Oh, I could be sick any moment, | |
There' s a crack in the porcelain cup of the sky | |
I broke it and wish I could own it | |
And all that leaks through the where we' ve driven the nail | |
To hang here suspended so human and frail, | |
From atop of this jerryrigged circus in jail | |
That' s folding the tent on us now | |
But tell me how, my love, will we escape? | |
Oh how, my love, will we escape? | |
I deserve a much nicer hotel room than this | |
With parking nearer the riot, | |
I can look to no man to make me more than I am | |
Though, honey, you might want to try it | |
Oh, farewell to arms and to all we might be, | |
Farewell to this endless confused reverie, | |
Somewhere there' s a heaven for you and for me | |
But oh, won' t you please tell me now | |
Just how, my love, will we escape? | |
Oh how, my love, will we escape? |