Dear Believer - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros

Dear Believer, come sing me a song

Let the octave belong to the next

And lifting us soundly back into the world

May we sing the Earth, Heaven’s breath

Murder murder, you haunt every bone

But the son you have grown still resists

Anger anger, you’re finally my bitch

Through glory of this, Heaven’s breath.

Paradise, has its hunter

Call me blind, call me fool

I don’t mind chasing thunder

I say reaching for Heaven is what I’m on Earth to do.

Dear Believer, I’ve no cause to go on

Save for if you take my case

See the world was good and heavy on my shoulders as a child

But I let it all go to my waist

Now comfort’s rooting pigs for my blood

To stick in my mud, a flag of white

Dear Believer, of fire and rebirth

May we shine the Earth, Heaven’s light

Dear Believer come sing us a song

Like we sang upon, younger days

When the world was good and heavy on our shoulders as a child

'Fore we let it all go to waste.

Paradise has its hunter

Call me wise, call me fool

I don’t mind chasing thunder

I say reaching for Heaven is what I’m on Earth to do

I say reaching for Heaven is what I’m on Earth to do

Maybe reaching for Heaven is what I’m on Earth to do…