Songtext von Theology of Beauty

As if it was meant To bring me solace As if it was meant To be balm I accept the gentle urgency To lean into Your warmth Wrap me up Perfect like a picture Frame me in one Candid as I make note Of how your eyes speak Sweet something's Beauty, You're beauty itself Beauty, You're beauty itself As if I was born To know Your adoration As if I was molded To feel Your sensation You deserve more than An empty vessel So fill me with Your wine And let me drink until I'm satisfied and Wrap me up Perfect like a picture Frame me in one Candid as I make note Of how Your eyes speak Sweet something's Beauty, You're beauty itself Beauty, You're beauty itself You don't hold things Over my head You never tease You never leave You don't hold things Over my head You never tease You never leave I test Your patience I forget grace is following my apathy Forgive me, forgive me Your beauty calls and I answer I can't help but create what I feel You make me feel beautiful You're beauty, You're beauty itself When I see You, I see You myself You let me see You, see You for myself