There are sacred sanctuaries
Warm and full of light
That we should be walking through

Day, night only denied by the cross I bear
There are silos full of holographs
Rendered from the loss

A paper garden in my window sill
Rain, frost
Who is hiding behind the sun


Oh I could use a place to rest
I could use a change of heart

Willingly I acquiesce
Pining for the part


The constant pull of gravity
Through the turn was just too much
I believe I lost my sanity

Grace, touch
Is it a sweeter life by the trials we share


Oh I could use a place to rest
I could use a change of heart
Willingly I acquiesce

Pining for the part

Oh if I could lose myself

Long enough to read this book I might have a chance
To lose the fool or someone else
It's no surprise I never learned to dance

Very well, use me now
I could be your friend


There's a phantom in my tragedy
And this is not your fault
They drag me through the giving fields

Honey, salt
Is it a sweeter life
By the trials we share