I'm living in unfinished love In an unfinished world I've been waiting on some certainty To make my decisions for me I'm feeling uncompleted grace A room-temperature flame A quiet murmur in the night A sky polluted by the light I caught a glimpse in some sacred dream But the images escape me in my waking I have a memory of a mother tongue That I've forgotten how to speak A form too deep beneath the sea It's all so uncontained The paint's running off the frame My deep convictions can't be proved But deep magenta has me moved A mystery you suddenly see But quickly blurs You call and hear an answer But it's a slur I caught a glimpse in some sacred dream But the images escape me in my waking I have a memory of a mother tongue That I I've forgotten how to speak A form too deep beneath the sea Why would I want to go to heaven If there's nothing there left to give? I would rather be forgiven Than to live in a perfect world Why would I want to finish the feeling Of human caring – that is to live?