"High-Low" Lyrics

High above change
Lifted up, feet upon the land
Far below sky
Curling up in his mother's hands

I see cold showers
And prayers that she used to know
Piece him together
For each stitch is borrowed

High low, high low
I wish I could help you win
High low, high low
I pray visions of heaven

I was the one
I held him close whenever he came near
Believing my love
Could out run his fear

My dove is in a cage
Brown paper bags of money to waste
Singing that God
Sheds the tears I taste

High low, high low
I wish I could help you win
High low, high low
I pray visions of heaven

Up and up we're free to grow
I see you, your glory sold
You've fallen to my love of everything

I'm not surprised
What more could the cards ask
My brilliant warrior
Armed without a task

Soon there'll be flowers
And prayers that I used to know
Lifting forever
As you watch how we let you go

High low, high low
I never could help you win
High low, high low
My perfect vision of heaven of my love

[Incomprehensible]
I wish I could help you win
[Incomprehensible]
Open arms receiving you