This Way Comes

Something beautiful This way comes It's not unusual To be loved

Toil and trouble Refining fire in the rubble Spirit asks, "Will you come To the place where the river runs?" Seeking the source of gravity Taking the course to be one who sees

Do you think the father ever tells The son to stay in his lane? Limiting limitless love Doesn't that sound insane?

Something wicked This way comes You can't predict when Justice is undone

Picking up pieces means they must'a fell down It's hero work to rise from the ground Taking your pain, and sheathing the sword Wounds to wombs; love is its own reward