Ready or not, here it comes,
Suddenly filling every void and,
Hidden from all naked eyes now
In every baby and open heart,
The flowers up to the skies,
The purple comets, the orange doves,
And all this lifting me higher
What do you want, how do you plan to sleep now,
What do I want, more of the feeling,
What do you want, how do you plan to dream now,
What do I want, I'm busting the ceilings
We are letters and words,
And how His heart must burn,
And how His heart must yearn,
Unraveling threads of common sense,
Looking at you without a lens is,
Nothing less than the sky splitting open
Give me your kiss, give me your hand,
And get too personal please,
I want you more than to get out alive,
I want to touch your world and you touch back
What do you want, how do you plan to sleep now,
What do I want, more of the feeling,
What do you want, how do you plan to dream now,
What do I want, I'm busting the ceilings
We are letters and words,
And how His heart must burn,
And how His heart must yearn,
Ready or not, here it comes,
Ready or not, here it comes,
We are letters and words,
And how His heart must burn,
And how His heart must yearn,
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