Lyrics

Reach in for it

Your rusted, iron-covered cross

Pour out your breath

into the furnace again.

I think I found a better way to live

And I think I've found a better way to die.

And I've been fitting myself into that small space

That you set our for the screaming of the wind.

That is all I've ever been.

And sorting through it,

I never saw something so clear

As your hands bound up in prayer

Behind a closed door.

I thought I'd walked a better road, alone

Until I felt my feet turn into stone,

And that's when I turned back.