He's the king of the golden ring of the broken things of the shoes that swing
Yes he's the king of the voice that sings, but she's just sitting here all alone
He's the Lord of the ones that dance of the second chance of the lost romance
Yes he's the Lord of all circumstance, while she's lying here broken and cold
He's the one with arms of love with the holy dove with the healing touch
They say if you have him you have more than enough, still she's starving in her soul
He's the king of the eagle's wings of the violin strings of the bell that rings
He's the king of all beautiful things, Lord bring a few of these her way
Bring your Spirit here to stay, turn her night into your day, and heal the world I pray