Silver ships in the blue

Drawing circles over oceans

Every clock skipping two

Every heart in slow motion

I taste lightning in the air

Like a secret finally spoken

Are we ready

Are we scared

As the skyline splits open

When the angels land

From the dark between the stars

They will take our shaking hands

In the ruins of our wars

Call it rapture

Call it home

Call it finally waking up

When the angels land

We rise from dust to love

They look nothing like our paintings

They are language made of light

Every wound we ever carried

Showing clear in their sight

They don’t judge

They don’t bargain

They just open every door

Say

“You were meant for so much more”

(so much more, so much more)

When the angels land

From the dark between the stars

They will take our shaking hands

In the ruins of our wars

Call it rapture

Call it home

Call it finally waking up

When the angels land

We rise from dust to love

We are burning

But not broken

We are ashes learning flight

Every secret fear unspoken

Falling

Falling out of sight

Close your eyes

Step through the shimmer

Feel your heavy body fade

This is not the end of living

It’s the first world we ever made

When the angels land

From the dark between the stars

They will take our shaking hands

In the ruins of our wars

Call it rapture

Call it home

Call it bright new

Breaking dawn

When the angels land

Our small world carries on