My mother is a steeple and my father is a stalker.
They come to me at night and speak in tongues.
They tell me that we have the same fire over our heads.
And they try to say that we have the same hands.

I try to run, but i can’t tear them from me.
They own me in the land of dreams.

Jesus didn’t save me, but my grandmother did.
She pulled me from the wreckage and made me eat again.
She taught me to be strong and to sing my way through things.
Without her i would have never learned to love.

I can run from the big sky, but i can’t tear it from me.
We breathe each other’s air and i was born to be the same.
I can run from the big sky, but i can’t tear it from me.
We breathe each other’s air and i was born to be the same.
I can run from the big sky, but i can’t tear it from me.
We breathe each other’s air and i was born to be the same.

Some fill it up with god, but it’s all imagination,
So i fill it with the ones i loved and lost.