Show me your religion and i'll give you mine Just couldn't face this morning now really i'm fine And tell me again how lucky we are Must've had a ball with no comebacks The kitchen and the coffee and a map of the world A little something grows where they fall down And tell me again you've got a nice face I get the idea and always Love like tiny mountains roll over me Just the kind of pressure i don't need And twenty of seeing with nothing to see To get an idea you might believe Well what makes all the difference What really makes it flow A little direction a little i know And angels on the rooftop staring out on the sky Another time maybe i could want you but I approach you in a hotel that doesn't have windows Hold hands and [?], then he falls to seek she The kitchen and the coffee and the plan in my room Crosses and ice where angels fallen And tell me again how lucky i am Well i guess i had it coming Then what makes all the difference What really makes it flow A little direction, a little i know And angels on the rooftop staring at the sky I get the idea and picture of home I'm home And hearth I sat home And i'd just like Some breaks Some sights Won't talk Can't sleep at night With faith And autumn Half saved Half tastes Of sugar Of sugar