High-Low

High above change
 Lifted up
 Feet upon the land
 Far below sky
 Curling up
 In his mothers hands
 I see cold showers
 And prayers that she used to know
 Piece him together
 for each stitch is borrowed
 High low
 High low
 I wish I could.
 Help you win
 High low
 High low
 I pray visions of heaven
 I was the one
 I held him close
 whenever he came near
 Believing my love
 Could out run
 His fear
 My dove is in a cage
 brown paper bags
 of money to waste
 singing that god
 sheds the tears I taste
 High low
 High low
 I wish I could.
 Help you win
 High low
 High low
 I pray visions of heaven
 Up and up
 we're free to grow
 I see you
 Your glory sold
 You've fallen to my love of everything
 I'm not surprised
 What more could the cards ask
 my brilliant warrior
 Armed without a task
 Soon there'll be flowers
 And prayers that I used to know
 Lifting forever
 as you watch how we let you go
 High low
 High low
 I never could help you win
 High low
 High low
 My perfect vision of heaven
 Of my love
 Open arms receiving you.