Once again, it comes on top And the late nights at the synagogue, it's rushing and crashing in bloom It's all for you It's all for you I grew up next to singing roads, laying in bed alone, wondering where those people go Man, this town's so overgrown About time I did some growing of my own Not nailing myself to the cross But what beautiful proof of God she was Found you, out scratching an itch A portal in the night, your voice a secret pitch You make more sense up close Face like Picassos when we doze By your side, I love coming down Downside slipping away All my life I've been running, now Don't go running today And now, don't understand anything at all, endless red wine skies are fire signs There are so many things you can do with a Saturday My nights out, my lost endorphins, meet at a point where my thoughts kiss your skin Not nailing myself to the cross But what beautiful proof of God she was