New Heights

(One, Two) You are a thunderous thing, wondrous king The face of rival-less gods,deep in your thoughts Come here, oh, closer to touch, never enough Let me climb under your skin, oh let me in From your lips a precipice I hang from every word Height an

You say good morning, and good evening The day is done, and you've come to find The words are fleeting, I hear your quiet breathing Is something wrong? You come on two knees, with more than two needs Finding that it's all too easy To be helped and fo