There's a sound in my head. Holy wine,

breakin' bread between time and what

we said drifts the innocence we've

shed. In this moment there's a day for

a sad and broken babe. there's a

fracture on this hallowed ground

where we lay One light burns, one

light fades. Behind the door are

better days. When the light

shines on me I'll know the world

still turns. One light burns.

There's a prayer on the wall.

One by one say them all.

Why we run before we crawl stands

the reason that we fall

In the flower there's a field. Sublime

but so surreal. There's a fracture on

this sacred ground to be healed.