Ignorance is bliss sealed with the kiss of never knowing.
I rode in on a bent dream and asked God if I’d ever made him smile,
I crept under burnt sheets and cried like my face wasn’t made from clay
And each tear accumulated into a frozen smile.
I would have emptied every coin in the soles of my pockets
to have you know that
I’ve felt your goodness wander into my heart
and asked it to stay.