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Sunday night, and it's half past 9
I'm leaving one more town behind

Mirrors are showing the day's last glow
As we're spit out into the jigsaw flow

Ahead where there should be the thickness of night
Stars are pinned on a shimmering curtain of light

Sky full of ripplings cliffs and chasms
That shine like signs on the road to heaven

I've been cut by the beauty of jagged mountains
And cut by the love that flows like a fountain from God

So I carry these scars, precious and rare
And tonight I feel like I'm made of air
Sunday night, and it's half past 9   I'm leaving one more town behind      Mirrors are showing the day's last glow   As we're spit out into the jigsaw flow      Ahead where there should be the thickness of night   Stars are pinned on a shimmering curtain of light      Sky full of ripplings cliffs and chasms   That shine like signs on the road to heaven      I've been cut by the beauty of jagged mountains   And cut by the love that flows like a fountain from God      So I carry these scars, precious and rare   And tonight I feel like I'm made of air