[Verse 1]
While Jesus is saving, I'm spending all my days
In backgrounds and landscapes with the languages of saints
While people are spinning like toys on Christmas Day
I'm inside a still life with the other absentee

[Verse 2]
While Jesus is saving, I'm spending all my days
In the garden-grey pallor of lines across your face
While people will cheer on the spectacle we've made
I'm sitting and sculpting menageries of saints

[Bridge]
Oh, my man, my absentee
I'd do anything to please you
Come, my love, the stage is waiting
Be the one to save my saving grace

[Verse 3]
While Jesus is saving, I'm spending all my grace
On the rosy-red pallor of lights on center stage
While people have cheered on the awful mess we've made
Through storms of red roses, we've exited the stage