Choirs
Singing in the catholic towns of america
Loud
Voices implore me to lift my head
But why
When there is no one to touch my face
No
Comfort or wisdom to give or take
But how
Songs of religion caress my brow
Though
My back is turned from the crown of thorns
I
Made you my jesus my everything
But now
I lift my head to denounce your reign
I look
Into the european eyes of god
No
Fragile a home can keep me satisfied
I gaze
Into the endless space the stars and planets speak
Come
Into our house where our hearts can breathe
