The Truest Stars We Know

Someone gets to be the river, someone is the sea Someone gets to be the fire, someone is the leaves And someone's walking in the morning light and calling to it cold Everybody moves beneath the truest stars they know Jesus and his trophy wives Are praying for the suicides and the orphans Save us all from what we want Beautiful and beaten back to life Ah, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya Someone has the door to heaven, someone has the lock Someone has to be the dove when someone is the hawk And someone's talking to the miles around and hearing them for good Everybody's branches falling harder than they should And I know Jesus and his trophy wives Are praying for the broken to be noticed Save us all from what we want Beautiful and beaten back to life Ah, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya Back to life Back to life