Everything back where it belongs.
Strings I cut and tied up once again.
And neatly hold out your resilience.
Move out into a new circumstance.
And the fears of what hasn't happened yet turn into
Joys of what may come to pass.
And all these things turn somersaults inside your stomach,
Like acrobats at the circus.
We're acrobats in the circus.
And all this falls into place.
And all this falls into place.
And you and I, we fall into place
Completely dependent on grace.