Can't make light of it I'm back in the thick of it
I tried to escape from it, make a break from it
Behind such lines persists the voice of such a fool.
I've been running away from facing up to today
I've made every mistake that I could possibly make
A worn manila envelope of past affairs
The day before I met you I was in the sticks
Hopelessly adrift in broken treaties
You offered me no heartaches in a Motel 6
I knew you had the bits to fix my pieces

I've never been higher
Never been higher than this
You are a vision of complete and utter bliss.

Our first communion
Or is it last testament?
Straight from the hymn sheets and prostrate on her sheets.
The heart has reasons that reason cannot comprehend.
What dream was I following whose line was I borrowing?
I tried to postpone the chance of sleeping alone
Well you know what they say the strong silent types;
Words are merely symbols and they cannot convey
The feelings you inspire and dig out of me
Here are some more echoes only echoes of the truth
I hope the light won’t disappear so quickly.

I've never been higher
Never been higher than this
You are a vision of complete and utter bliss.

Maybe we could buy a home so I could get more pots and pans.
There's so much we could own
But it would only serve as a distraction to our happiness.

The day before I met you I was in the sticks
Hopelessly adrift in broken treaties
You promised me no heartaches in a Motel 6
I knew you had the bits to fix my pieces.

I've never been higher, never been higher than this
You are a vision of complete and utter bliss.
You are a vision of complete and utter bliss.
You are a vision of complete and utter bliss.