When your glimpse of god is gone
All riders in the wilderness
Have faith spinning I saw you
Sing your praise sink your hands
Into the green moss
Approach the way you will
Remote like heaven
All alone in the blue lagoon I choose it
Through the dripping canyons with you I choose it
Tangled hair all in my hands I choose it
Could be an omen I care so much maybe I want you
Approach the way you will
Remote like heaven
A safe body
To make me feel
Like anything could happen
While I'm waiting for the big reveal
Remote becoming holy
Remote becoming holy
Remote becoming holy
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
