I was feeling kind of haggard, low, and shadowy,
Like a ghost involved in assault and battery,
Just a figment of my own dark imagination,
Hanging 'round backstage for an invitation to walk the streets of light in a new
Jerusalem,
See what my dreams at night, she had always been,
In a wedding dress of white and crowned with seraphim,
Now she's putting the magic bite on me once again.

It's holy and still a book,
I believe it's holy, and still the sky,
It's holy, and still tap water,
Holy, holy, holy.

I caught a glimpse of something in someone else's eyes,
There in the least likely face of someone I despised,
A trace of new beginnings, when tears are cried no more,
And the moment that I knew it, I walked out my prison door and into golden streets of light in the new Jerusalem,
See what my dreams at night, she had always been,
In a wedding dress of white and crowned with seraphim,
Now she's putting the magic bite on me once again.

It's holy, and still a kiss,
I believe it's holy, and still the moonlight,
It's holy, and still the wine and bread,
Holy, holy, holy.

Holy in a baby's breath,
In an unexpected guest,
In a friend or an enemy,
In a poor man's misery.

Holy, and still the rain,
It's holy, and still a strangers face,
Holy, and still a song,
It's holy, and still a prayer,
It's holy, and still a sunset,
It's holy, and still a starry night,
Holy, and still laughter,
It's holy.

Holy.