Nice Without Mercy

We have crawled among the elements Taking pictures with a phone Carry buckets over mountains much like we used to Past a riddle in the river Catching fish with just our hands And they taste of some cool pastoral splendor And the sky it opens up like candy And the wind it don’t know my name And the sky it opens up like candy And the wind it don’t know my name And the warm comes back Even though I thought it would not, yeah I saw the light beyond the sunset Nearby a little country church And it felt a bit like Little Jimmy Dickens And the shadows disappear In a day that breathes forever And God comes and gathers up his jewels And the sky it opens up like candy And the wind it don’t know my name And the warm comes back Even though I thought it would not, yeah