Letra de Contact

Hearts aren´t really our guides.
We are truly alone.
´Cause God ain´t up in the sky,
Holding together our bones.

Remember we used to speak.
Now I´m starting to think,
Your voice was really my own,
Bouncing off the ceiling back to me.

God, this can´t be.
God, this can´t be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?

Come down, heaven.
Won´t you come down?
Won´t you cut through the clouds?
Won´t you come down?

Oh, my heaven, why do you have doors to close?
Do you have clouds to stop his voice on the way down?

God, this can´t be.
God, this can´t be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?

God, does grace reach to this side of madness?
´Cause I know this can´t be,
The great peace we all seek.

Come down, heaven.
Won´t you come down?
Won´t you cut through the clouds?
Won´t you come down?