God made this glorious day and over arching sky,
For rolling in the hay and watching clouds blow by,
God made this single day for sinners everywhere,
So fill your heart with abandon,
And drink in the golden air.
We shared signs of bad design,
But have we lost the plot,
It's not the world we saw for ourselves,
But it's the only one we've got,
God made this beautiful day for sinners everywhere too,
And if your ears are burning, maybe I'm thinking of you.
They haven't written the guidebook yet,
A set of rules that really fit,
We make our own up bit by bit,
Seven levels below.
Acknowledge if you will this peaceful perfect night,
How still the day seems now that its been starved of light,
Under the moon and stars the freaks come out to play,
Whatever gets you through it, hey brother that's okay.
They haven't written the guidebook yet,
A set of rules that really fit,
We make our own up bit by bit,
Seven levels below.
God made this beautiful day for sinners everywhere,
So fill your heart with abandon,
And drink in the golden air.
They haven't written the guidebook yet,
A set of rules that really fit,
We make our own up bit by bit,
Seven levels below.
They haven't written the guidebook yet,
A set of rules that really fit,
We make our own up bit by bit,
Seven levels below.
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