Down From Above Lyrics

Down From Above lyrics

Your mother made you cry when she told you about the womb
And how people
die
Watching over you when you were young
Smiling when you learned to
crawl
You don't know her at all

It's a dirty job, but they're very
suave
Jesus high on wine weeping turpentine

Daddy's voice like an
intercom connected to a hidden room
Where yellow roses bloom
A sacred
mountain near Peterborough where clouds paint a picture so calm
That they
swallowed Mom

It's a dirty job but they're very suave
Jesus high on
wine, weeping turpentine

What are they doing in there?
Have they got
guns?
Make you run up and down the same hill
And they'll break your
will

Was it Christmas or Groundhog Day when your friends turned to
shadows
And they dragged you away
Tell nobody that you've been here,
don't breathe a word that's been said
(whispered) (Now there's a
scar)
upon your forehead

It's a dirty job but they're very
suave
Jesus high on wine, weeping turpentine

What are they doing in
there?
Have they got guns?
Whether Mount Pinatubo
Or the threat of
God's love
There'll always be something that's raining

Down from
above.
Down from above.
Down from above.
Down from above...