Jesus Saves, I Spend

Jesus Saves, I Spend 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 the 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