The Truest Stars We Know

Someone gets to be the river, someone is the sea
 Someone gets to be the fire, someone is the leaves
 And someone's walking in the morning light and calling to it cold
 Everybody moves beneath the truest stars they know
 Jesus and his trophy wives
 Are praying for the suicides and the orphans
 Save us all from what we want
 Beautiful and beaten back to life
 Ah, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya
 Someone has the door to heaven, someone has the lock
 Someone has to be the dove when someone is the hawk
 And someone's talking to the miles around and hearing them for good
 Everybody's branches falling harder than they should
 And I know Jesus and his trophy wives
 Are praying for the broken to be noticed
 Save us all from what we want
 Beautiful and beaten back to life
 Ah, ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya
 Back to life
 Back to life