Sunday night and it's half past nine

Sunday night and it's half past nine

Sunday night and it's half past nine

I'm leaving one more town behind



Mirrors are showing the day's last glow

Mirrors are showing the day's last glow

Mirrors are showing the day's last glow

As we're spit out into the jigsaw flow



Ahead where there should be the thickness of night

Stars are pinned on a shimmering curtain of light



Sky full of rippling cliffs and chasms

That shine like signs on the road to heaven...



I've been cut by the beauty of jagged mountains

And cut by the love that flows like a fountain from God.



So I carry these scars, precious and rare,

And tonight I feel like I'm made of air...