Second Coming Confessional
Take a load off of your mind Let's pray to be sane Wooden chair and captured air Pose witness as she Spills her guts to Monsignor In a time of shame When peace of mind is a rare find Observance is grand She picks a man that trend Has set forth to conquer with The air is damp with forgiveness I've taken your words to heart Don't leave me this way again I fall then I see you smiling Hail Mary, our father's dead She sees a sky of perfect blue A winter chill runs through my veins Her stone white skin will draw me near As it begins to rain Eyes glazed like almonds in my hand Stay with me I'll show you things that haven't been Just stay with me "Whoever you are God, Give her back to me."
