I see god in symmetry
I see god in our make-believe
I see god in our grand attempts
To make something beautiful before life ends

I see god in irony
In fragile heirlooms within children's reach
And I see god in our damaged goods
But you see god in ways I wish I could
You see god in ways I wish I could

Without instruction
Without obstruction you believe
Without container or dualistic framework
You see the holy ghost in broad daylight
And I see the reflection in your eyes

I see god in healing bones
In the sanctuary of our homes
I see god in the wilderness
In our magnetism to recklessness

Black or white we're vivid color
After a while it all runs together
Our stained glass means nothing without light

I see god in our damaged good
But you see god in ways I wish I could
You see god in ways I wish I could

Without assurance
Without insurance you believe
Without condition or the promise of heaven
You see the holy ghost in broad daylight
And I see the reflection in your eyes
I see the reflection in your eyes