Chorale

Out from the heavens,
One of the seven
Comes to collect me
While I am sleeping.
Holy enemy,
Leave me, leave me be.
I'd be leaving too much behind me,
Unfinished and unripened.

He is a creature of song,
In his voice a model of the kingdom of heaven,
But he comes from another world,
A world I could not could never believe in.

Lead me to the ocean,
Clasp my hand,
Shade me from the sunlight,
We lay down in the sand.
Oh surrender,
I cannot surrender,
I can see it but I cannot feel it,
I can say it but I won't believe it.

He is a creature of song,
In his voice a model of the kingdom of heaven,
But he comes from another world,
A world I could not could never believe in.