you didn't even tell your real name
what a shame
I have to leave

crawling inside your bones
I have no where else to go

tear drops
on your hands

it's nice to see you're still alive
will you ever let me hold you

die alone
I won't die with you

thinking about confessing my sins
find a pure soul

I'll leave
if you tell me to go

there's nothing more
you only told me sad stories

let me read
when you were young and happy

with
the
wooden lute
in
His hands
God
conducted
the
orchestra of banana yellow
cockatoo birds
to sing
the
Lord's Payer

oh lord
let
this
gentle light
swing back and forth
across thy heart
quench thy thirst
thus
eternal light
be filled
with your glory
oh let it be right