Take your cracked violin, let the music begin,
and sing like you're
Francis
O 'Brien.
If your voice is all shot,
it's still the best one you've got.
You're a work of art that's
broken.
See what the blind man paints,
Abstract expressionist saints.
We ride with state less kings,
Dream that our horses have wings.
Sleeping on cold stone floors
Engaged in some new
noble cause
Stretch out your hands to hold
A grandeur that won't be controlled
This is the list of
impossible things
We're on the list of im
possible thing s
High on the list of impossible things
You
Crazy the mys tics are
But what if they're right
all along?
Trust what you can not know
And pray till your prayers
make it so
This is the list of impossible things
We're on the list of impossible things
High on the list of impossible things
See what the black map is
Abstract expressionist saints
See what the blind man paints
Abstract expressionist saints
See what the blind man paints
Abstract expressionist saints