Holy visions of white orchids Slow the rhythm of my dreams Holy visions of white orchids Slow the rhythm of my dreams Holy visions of the ordinary breeze The cherries speaking up to me It's like seeing yourself seen Only living for the flaw of being free The cherries speaking back to me And I believe 'em ♪ No religion like devotion A kind of living to be free No religion like devotion A kind of living to be free No religion like the art of being free The cherries speaking up to me Sometimes seeing yourself seen Holy visions of the ordinary freeze That thaws and mirrors back to me And I receive it