When will heavens love ever decline us?
Not in my lifetime, it can't ever lose us
Just you catch a Greyhound bus.
Nowhere bound like a migrating bird
And you still hear and see His holy word
No matter where you go, haven't you heard?
No matter your spirits abandonment
You'll awake one morning
And feel His glowing kiss.
At the end of your hard abandonment road
You'll awake one morning
To a soft, wet kiss in the morning mist.
When will heavens love ever decline us?
Not in my lifetime, it can't ever lose us.
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