I don't believe in an interventionist god

I know, darling, that you do

If I did, I would kneel down and ask him

Not to intervene when it came to you

Oh, not to touch a hair on your head

Leave you as you are

Felt he had to direct you

Direct you into my arms.

Into my arms, o lord

Into my arms, o lord

Into my arms, o lord

Into my arms.

I don't believe in the existence of angels

Looking at you, I wonder if that's true

If I did, I would summon them together

And ask them to watch over you

Each burn a candle for you

Make bright and clear your path

And to walk like christ in grace and love

And guide you into my arms.

Into my arms, o lord

Into my arms, o lord

Into my arms, o lord

Into my arms.

I believe in love

I know you do, too

I believe in some kind of path

We can walk down, me and you

So keep your candles burning

Make her journey bright and pure

That she'll keep returning

Always and evermore.

Into my arms, o lord

Into my arms, o lord

Into my arms, o lord

Into my arms.