All Women Go to Heaven

All I've ever been is running in circles again and again. There's messages and codes and secrets and notes from god's mouth to my tongue, and he speak through me. There's a church where I was born kissed with snow, and the pews are worn. He looks down just to ME, and through the paint, I swear I hear him speak. He says "Douglas, "I know you're hurting. "I know the pain. "I know the burden. "It's all for a reason, "there's a purpose. "The gates aren't closed, "and you aren't worthless."