Lyrics Denominator Bluise - Danielson

Gotta put a face
To this place
I tell you that's all
I tell you that's all

We're enemies
In our own minds
And that is our
Lowest common denominator

Sons and daughters
My bruised ego
Needs you
To complete little me

I'm going straight to you
My dear papa, please
Come together
We'll break bread and
Then we'll wait

In this home
To be filled
To be known

No longer infants
Tossed to and fro

All of these things
Are under your feet
Your head over us
You're filling us sweetly

This body of yours
The very firstborn
Among all the dead
You have all supremely

Just as you like
You rearrange my branches
Disturbing commonalities
'Cause

It is the hour
We are the bride
The parts and the power
One spirit, the guide

The fullness of you
Who fills everything
In every way

Since we live by the spirit
Let us keep in step
The weak we cannot live without

Let's not be proud
Let's instead rejoice and be glad
For the wedding of the lamb
Has finally come