What Beautiful Things - Dustin Kensrue

Leaves are falling, the wolves are calling

And death goes with them

The light is waning the night will reign o’er me

But in the heart of the deepest dark

The light is shining

I lift my head from my dying bed and sing

Oh, what beautiful things I see

The lunatics with the fire-sticks

And the deadly rhythm

They reprimand us with reckless savagery

But in the midst of apocalypse

The dove brings tidings

I lift my eyes to the azure skies and sing

Oh, what beautiful things I see

We’re so surprised when we realize that

We’re deftly skilled in

The very vices we swear off violently

Still at the crux of the worst in us

Hope is hiding

I lift my gaze from my wicked ways and sing

Oh, what beautiful things I see

Oh, what beautiful things I see

Oh, what beautiful things I see

Oh, what beautiful things I see

Oh, what beautiful things I see

Oh, what beautiful things I see