I'm going under 'Cause beauty's religion And its Christened me with wonder And if Venice is sinking Jesus hangs behind the glass Above Venetian doors His window box boasts crimson flowers Fresh cut the day before And you couldn't find a smile

Meadows of Heaven Meadows of heaven Heaven, heaven, heaven I close my eyes, the lantern dies The scent of awakening, wild honey and dew Childhood games, woods and lakes Streams of silver, toys of olden days The flowers of wonder And the hidden treasures

I lie awake And watch it all It feels like thousand eyes Unto this storm I am the storm I can't control Withering wonders Flowers that lose their shape