歌詞

The sky is changing dresses

And every one's a gift

First gold, then peach, then lavender

Then something with no name

The chimneys turn to paper cutouts

No two nights the same

Nobody paints this fast but One

And no one paints it twice

The heavens tell His glory

The dusk declares His hand

And I've got front-row garden seats

For every shade He's planned

The swallows stitch across the pink

The first star checks its light

The lavender goes deeper blue

And curtsies into night

The colors lean on one another

Softly changing hands

The heavens tell His glory

The dusk declares His hand

And I've got front-row garden seats

For every shade He's planned

A last gold thread lets go the roof

The blue comes on to stay

The garden holds its greens up close

And breathes the light away

Mmm... mmm... mmm

The heavens tell His glory

The dusk declares His hand

And I've got front-row garden seats

For every shade He's planned

The heavens tell His glory

The dusk declares His hand

And I've got front-row garden seats

For every shade He's planned

The sky is changing dresses

I stayed for the whole show