747

Is it going?
 I woke up on a 747
 Flying through some stock footage of heaven
 This is the light right here
 Before clouds bittersweet and with suggestion
 This is the light
 Bald and bold as baby crawling toward adulteration
 There was blood when you were born
 And the blood was white from your eyes
 This must be the light you saw
 That just left you screaming
 And this must be the light you saw
 Before our eyes could disguise true meaning
 And this must be the light you saw
 Just as you were leaving
 Leaving
 We walked on the moon
 Like flies on a mule
 We walked on the moon
 Flaws in a jewel
 We are flies on a mule
 And we're good at what we do
 We turn darkness into morning
 We turn belief into evening
 Yeah, we turn darkness into morning
 And we turn belief into evening