As I have them
I couldn't see the light
The sun was in my eyes

Supernatural insight
Ceramic tiles and glass
Programs of existence
By this power provoked
By this uniform code
And God blows good
And God blows long
Four hundred headrest meters
The clouds away
As sinners pray

Even on his day off
Even off

Chance a beacon to friends and strangers
And they come for their fallen angels
In danger

Turns out they moved, but I couldn't see the light
The sun was in my eyes