We ride our bikes
Around the circle in the cemetery, weaving
I wave up to you on the cross
Am I to come upon you suddenly, like this, forever?
Happy, relieved that you are here
And I can see you
You are like the ticket-half
I find inside the pocket of my old leaf-raking coat
There all the time, all the while forgotten.
I so often seem to leave you in churches
And other islands, and on my beads
Where I can see you, I can feel you
I take the ticket-half and put it on the table, saying:
"this is god, and he's here
Through my comings and my goings
But I walk past the ticket-half
I walk past the ticket-half
I walk past the ticket-half
Just as I've walked past the cross on our wall,"
Our self-importance grows so dazzling, we don't see you
But gentle jesus, aren't you always
Aren't you every hour, here?
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We ride our bikes
Around the circle in the cemetery, weaving
I wave up to you on the cross
Am I to come upon you suddenly, like this, forever?
Happy, relieved that you are here
And I can see you
You are like the ticket-half
I find inside the pocket of my old leaf-raking coat
There all the time, all the while forgotten.
I so often seem to leave you in churches
And other islands, and on my beads
Where I can see you, I can feel you
I take the ticket-half and put it on the table, saying:
"this is god, and he's here
Through my comings and my goings
But I walk past the ticket-half
I walk past the ticket-half
I walk past the ticket-half
Just as I've walked past the cross on our wall,"
Our self-importance grows so dazzling, we don't see you
But gentle jesus, aren't you always
Aren't you every hour, here?
Around the circle in the cemetery, weaving
I wave up to you on the cross
Am I to come upon you suddenly, like this, forever?
Happy, relieved that you are here
And I can see you
You are like the ticket-half
I find inside the pocket of my old leaf-raking coat
There all the time, all the while forgotten.
I so often seem to leave you in churches
And other islands, and on my beads
Where I can see you, I can feel you
I take the ticket-half and put it on the table, saying:
"this is god, and he's here
Through my comings and my goings
But I walk past the ticket-half
I walk past the ticket-half
I walk past the ticket-half
Just as I've walked past the cross on our wall,"
Our self-importance grows so dazzling, we don't see you
But gentle jesus, aren't you always
Aren't you every hour, here?
Writer: KAREN PERIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group