I was feeling kind of haggard Low, and shadowy Like a ghost involved in a**ault And battery Just a figment of my own dark Imagination Hangin' around backstage for An invitation to Walk the streets of light in new Jerusalem See what in 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 new Jerusalem See what in my dreams at night She had always been In her 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…