Perfect life, riding with you in confidence.
Perfect night, high without any substances, your love can do it.
You know me, more than I know myself, I’m empty without prayer and your breath.
Can I speak to you in song?
Can I write through good and wrong?
God can I be like David and use Psalms as my arms?
At your feet with many lines I feel deeply, grace says I can speak freely.
So I’m on my knees before you, no running this time.