There's a sound in my head. Holy wine,
breakin' bread between time and what
we said drifts the innocence we've
shed. In this moment there's a day for
a sad and broken babe. there's a
fracture on this hallowed ground
where we lay One light burns, one
light fades. Behind the door are
better days. When the light
shines on me I'll know the world
still turns. One light burns.
There's a prayer on the wall.
One by one say them all.
Why [bad word] before we crawl stands
the reason that we fall
In the flower there's a field. Sublime
but so surreal. There's a fracture on
this sacred ground to be healed.