He talks to me in mighty arcs of monotone
My faith revered, it shrinks beneath the heavy drone
And catapulted upwards by the sound
And splinters heaven bound, again, return to me

I will sing to you this violence
I will sing to you this reverence
I will sing to you whatever will be sung,
On earth thy will be done, to this
This perfect tense

She talks to me in mighty arcs of her new scene
And my faith revered still shrinks beneath the heavy seed
And catapulted upwards by the sound
And splinters heaven bound, again, return to me

I will sing to you this violence
I will sing to you this reverence
I will sing to you whatever will be sung,
On earth your will be done, to this
This perfect tense

I will sing to you this violence
I will sing to you this perfect tense

Ande we will sing to you some violence
We will sing to you some reverence
We will sing to you whatever will be sung
On earth thy will be done
For this
This perfect tense
This perfect tense