Gather some stones
Like back in those days
When every plot of land was calling our names
Heaven was high
And I don't know what we learned
From the brick that we laid and the grass that we burned
I could have loved Him
If I could have seen
From up on my tower
On the edge of a cedar beam
If I recall
We used juniper wood
And the taller it grew, the less we understood
But we were the first
To see clouds from above
And I thought we'd find heaven and the holy dove
I could have loved Him
If I could have seen
From up on my tower
On the edge of a cedar beam
We moved away
To a house made of leaves
With a swimming pool and cicadas in the trees
And I build tiny towers
In our big backyard
Trying to figure out how we strayed so far
I could have loved Him
If I could have seen
I could have loved Him
If I could have seen
From up on my tower
On the edge of a cedar beam
Sorrow's a grace
Sorrow's a grace
That I never did taste