All the miles between us, they say that’s just the way it goes
Time is no friend to lovers, stretched like the line that hangs the clothes
But we walk the distance another day
The rope is thin but does not give way
I can hear the band of angels singin’ now
like a story from the page is read aloud
This is not make-believe
It grows up like wildflowers free and restless in the wind
I don’t half recognize myself in this condition that I’m in
Cause it’s like a shelter above my head
It turns the sky and the moon to red
I can hear the band of angels singin’ now
like a story from the page is read aloud
This is not make-believe
I’d rather have the mystery and the madness and the rains
’cause hell’s the only place you can be free of all love’s pain…
I have no claim on the future, so here I lay me down
God is a friend to lovers, he makes the bone, the flesh, the ground
and he walks with us make no mistake
He holds us when our hearts they break
And I can hear the band of angels singin’ now
like story from the page is read aloud
This is not make-believe
-Sandra McCracken, Gravity Love
He is not make-believe.
