Do your clouds stop his voice?

Hearts aren't really our guides.
We are truly alone.
'Cause God ain't up in the sky,
Holding together our bones.

Remember we used to speak.
Now I'm starting to think,
Your voice was really my own,
Bouncing off the ceiling back to me.

God, this can't be.
God, this can't be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?

Won't you come down, heaven.
Won't you come down?
Won't you cut through the clouds?
Won't you come down?
(Did your clouds stop his voice?)

Oh, my heaven, why do you have doors to close?
Do you have clouds to stop his voice?

God, this can't be.
God, this can't be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?

God, does grace reach to this side of madness?
'Cause I know this can't be,
The great peace we all seek.

Come down, heaven.
Won't you come down?
Won't you cut through the clouds?
Won't you come down?

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