those tears
are an acceptable
expression of guilt

search through me
with such hollow eyes
while i sit and wonder
what you'll find inside

so open the hymnal
and sing the songs
and tell everyone how
you spoke the truth all along

how heavens empty
and this is all there is
how they'll never make
amends with all they've missed

preach forgiveness while
you take from behind their backs
tell how gods just a *******
who'll never forgive us for what we lack

rip off your robes
and burn down the cross
make the confident question
leave the found, now lost

the worlds two loneliest people
sit beside each other ever day
but they live up in their towers
from which they never stray

there is one window
but there are no doors
there are endless stairs
connecting empty floors

a rope bridge runs between
the two stone towers
maintained but never used
over golden fields of flowers

they look out occasionally
and sometimes see each other
they'd each like to meet
but each leaves it to the other

and nothing ever changes
and each of them die alone
each wishing they'd taken those first few steps
a mutually feeling never known

it's 3 am and i can't sleep
you're always there
a weight upon my mind

the moon doesn't care if i live or die
i thought i knew myself
i thought my heart was cold

but it's 3 am and i can't sleep
your picture stares at me from the wall
the wind blows through the open window

i take a walk outside
find myself reflected by the river
i can no longer hide it

and it's 3 am
and i can't sleep