We’ve met before I think, it’s true
I recognise the heart of you
when I was a child we shared the scent of play
or passed in the street somewhere far away
you see the colours I see
feel the pain I feel
meet me on the hill of the angels
even if it’s only in your mind
when you can’t go on any longer
meet me on the hill of the angels
it’s mad how you can have everything and feel like you’ve got nothing
sometimes I want to tear out all this emptiness and cry
throw wide the hem of your garment, Lord,
somewhere down the line we made your flesh become word,
you are the colours I see,
you are the love I feel
take my hand and we’ll walk together like lovers do
along the rivers and the roads of the places that we’ve been through
caught in your light I see I’m halfway to paradise
after all these years still relying on my own advice
you paint the colours of me
heal the pain I feel
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