Holy, Holy, Holy

i was feeling kind of haggard,
 low, and shadowy
 like a ghost involved in assault
 and battery
 just a figment of my own dark
 imagination
 hangin' around backstage for
 an invitation to
 walk the streets of light in new
 jerusalem
 see what in my dreams at night
 she had always been
 in a wedding dress of white,
 and crowned with seraphim
 now she's putting the magic
 bite on me once again
 it's holy and still a book
 I believe it's holy, and still the
 sky it's
 holy, and still tap water
 holy, holy, holy
 i caught a glimpse of
 something in someone else's eyes
 there in the least likely face of
 someone i despised
 a trace of new beginnings,
 when tears are cried no more
 and the moment that i knew it,
 i walked out my prison door
 and into
 golden streets of light in new
 jerusalem
 see what in my dreams at night
 she had always been
 in her wedding dress of
 white, and crowned with
 seraphim
 now she's putting the magic
 bite on me once again
 it's holy, and still a kiss
 i believe it's holy, and still the
 moonlight
 it's holy, and still the wine and
 bread
 holy, holy, holy
 holy in a baby's breath
 in an unexpected guest
 in a friend or an enemy
 in a poor man's misery
 holy, and still the rain it's
 holy, and still a strangers face
 holy, and still a song it's
 holy, and still a prayer it's
 holy, and still a sunset it's
 holy, and still a starry night
 holy, and still laughter it's
 holy...