My God doesn't smell of incense
He doesn't wear a wreath and have black hair
He stands like a white lighthouse in my small harbor
He bathes my body with light and takes me in his arms
My God doesn't fit in icons
He doesn't fit into rules and he doesn't wear gold
And it's the bright light of his mind that warms the winters
His hot breath when it's windy outside
My God
My God has charcoal eyes
And 2 white horses that have angel's wings
And at night, if you look at the signs in the sky
You'll see us flying high with the stars
My God doesn't fit in icons
He doesn't fit into rules and he doesn't wear gold
And it's the bright light of his mind that warms the winters
His hot breath when it's windy outside
My God
My God loves the sun
He loves color, he loves wishes
I find him in the sea, in the rain, in the raindrops
I'm searching for him in you, who has been gone for years now
My God doesn't fit in icons
He doesn't fit into rules and he doesn't wear gold
And it's the bright light of his mind that warms the winters
His hot breath when it's windy outside
My God