Matches

Hear babies laughing before they're born
There's a mother crying whose heart is torn
Hear the distance calling a future man
He will travel back when he can

Looked at death and traded this life for love
Shook his hand and looked to the skies above
Heard the future calling a simple man
I hear babies laughing before they're born

He says its just part of his plan

Shake the earth like a sheet
Blow the match out and see
Mountains will fall from clouds to seas
It's only the world as it seems

It's a penniless way to understand
Frozen faced in mirrors of healing hands
Went from shadow-writing to finding grace
Each desperate to find our own place