[Verse 1] He draws the rooms in which our lives are held, A faultless pattern, measured and serene. By his cold logic all our days are spelled, The final chapter, and the space between. [Chorus] We take the lease on moments He allows, A fragile tenure on a sunlit floor, And in our quiet way, we make our vows To ask for this, and never to ask more. [Verse 2] Yet in his ledger, one small debt is mine, An unrecorded, confidential place, Where my own will breaks his geometric line And leaves a smudge upon his faultless face. [Chorus] We take the lease on moments He allows, A fragile tenure on a sunlit floor, And in our quiet way, we make our vows To ask for this, and never to ask more. [Bridge / Outro] So let Him measure worlds with his cold hand— This single pulse, this pulse, I understand.
