Church

The glances from the people across the room have noticed my pained eyes
As I feel a wanting in my womb, I'm burning

And I feel the crashing of my sins
I've got not alms for a lying church

We walk out pushing away at your infamous reasons, you hang round
And shout loud "a parking ticket paired with this woman", you're burning

And I feel the crashing of my sins
I've got not alms for a lying church

One day I'd like to say
Looking straight into my ghost
"It felt easy"
How does it seems so long ago?
"Too easy"

And I feel it all
(I feel it all)

Maybe one day I'll walk through those doors again
Maybe one day I will walk through (through)