While jesus is saving I'm spending all my days

In backgrounds and landscapes with the languages of saints

While people are spinning like toys on christmas day

I'm inside a still life with the other absentee.

While jesus is saving, I'm spending all my days

In the garden-grey pallor of lines across your face

While people will cheer on the spectacle we've made

I'm sitting and sculpting menageries of saints.

Oh, my man my absentee

I'd do anything to please you

Come my love the stage is waiting

Be the one to save my saving grace.

While jesus is saving I'm spending all my grace

On rosy-red pallor of lights on center stage

While people have cheered on the awful mess we've made

Through storms of red roses we've exited the stage.