Water broken voice
Saturates a microphone
Into a receiver with no tongue
Offering little to what it knows

Then a silence so heavy
Broken hearts fall from throats
(Broken hearts fall from throats)
When heaven is remembered but never seen
(Through hearts shaped by kaleidoscopes)
Through hearts shaped by kaleidoscopes

Eternally the sun has set to mourning
And contoured are the backgrounds
On the canvas to which our lives are painted

Water broken voice
Saturates a microphone
Into a receiver with no tongue
Offering little to what it knows

Then a silence so heavy
Broken hearts fall from throats
when heaven is remembered but never seen
Through hearts shaped by kaleidoscopes

Eternally the sun has set to mourning
And contoured are the backgrounds
On the canvas to which our lives are painted

Water broken
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
Voice
Through hearts shaped by kaleidoscopes
Through hearts shaped by kaleidoscopes
Through hearts shaped by kaleidoscopes
By Kaleidoscopes
The sun has set to mourning
By Kaleidoscopes
The sun has set to mourning
By Kaleidoscopes
The sun has set to mourning
The sun has set to mourning