At the back of the world there’s a set of stairs that rise
They rise to the back of a perfect place to leap from
He said never use your hands to guide, if you’re already there
But unknown to me he believed in miracles
What he’s already sown is believed in miracles
The deals in the deck he believes are miracles
What gave him the thought to believe in miracles?
What heaven has he strewn across to gamble out to sea?
The perfect getaway was made to glorify as freedom seems.
Land in the lights; it’s a universe of teeth
Teeth to the heel of a weary soul, it’s glorious
He said never turn your back on price, you’ll be a sterile womb
