I'm living in unfinished love
In an unfinished world
I've been waiting on some certainty
To make my decisions for me
I'm feeling uncompleted grace
A room-temperature flame
A quiet murmur in the night
A sky polluted by the light
I caught a glimpse in some sacred dream
But the images escape me in my waking
I have a memory of a mother tongue
That I've forgotten how to speak
A form too deep beneath the sea
It's all so uncontained
The paint's running off the frame
My deep convictions can't be proved
But deep magenta has me moved
A mystery you suddenly see
But quickly blurs
You call and hear an answer
But it's a slur
I caught a glimpse in some sacred dream
But the images escape me in my waking
I have a memory of a mother tongue
That I I've forgotten how to speak
A form too deep beneath the sea
Why would I want to go to heaven
If there's nothing there left to give?
I would rather be forgiven
Than to live in a perfect world
Why would I want to finish the feeling
Of human caring – that is to live?