Have been here all the time
Cinder blocks, flourescent light
And through the open window
From the height of the pacific
And all of us here
And you sat right beside me
Like time is not a thing
Distance shows your silloutte
And everybody had a tambourine
And we spoke lowly
'Cause by the time church let out
Than usual to choose
Your sex, and what your wearing
While everybody stared
That's ours to lose
The words to go
And floated up to tell
And put on a wider lens
To be a lot like mine
That the ocean held up a mirror
You brought me to church
And the band was rocking
The sky was much clearer
As we walked home we spoke slowly
I think the singing went outside
We spoke slow
Like it was taking more time
And it changes your skin
You brought me to church
At 7o'clock on a sunday night
So I took a deep breath and became
Like a sphere is a sphere
And the moon was so beautiful
All the stars not to hide
And still the world is smoother
With your squeaky sandle shoes
And the floors were scrubbed clean
The white girl with the hair
So I take a few steps back
Than a shiny ball-bearing
