Polly Paulusma - Hallelujah

There's an angel that roosts up on our roof
Can you see him cooing down
His comfort on our heads at night?
Above his canopied wings
I hear him singing
Can you hear him ringing out
In echo 'cross the fire-flashed night?

Our house is a womb, a warm cocoon
Cradling us like jewels
Right at the heart of it, cupping us
Like holy water in a silver spoon
And all the half-baked beauty and truth
That's scattered 'round its rooms
Throb in perfect unison radiate
An undulating "Hallelujah"

I can't say if our angel's gonna stay up there forever
Who he prays to, ruminating on our shiny rooftop
But I know some who would shoo away
Their feather-fettered guardian, rip the rafters
Torch the table, tear the tiles off

This house is a womb, a warm cocoon
Cradling us like jewels
Right at the heart of it, cupping us
Like water in a silver spoon
And all the beauty and truth
That's scattered 'round its rooms
Throb in perfect unison
Radiate an escalating "Hallelujah!"
A halle-hallelujah