747

Is it going? I woke up on a 747 Flying through some stock footage of heaven This is the light right here Before clouds bittersweet and with suggestion This is the light Bald and bold as baby crawling toward adulteration There was blood when you were born And the blood was white from your eyes This must be the light you saw That just left you screaming And this must be the light you saw Before our eyes could disguise true meaning And this must be the light you saw Just as you were leaving Leaving We walked on the moon Like flies on a mule We walked on the moon Flaws in a jewel We are flies on a mule And we're good at what we do We turn darkness into morning We turn belief into evening Yeah, we turn darkness into morning And we turn belief into evening