Pacing Around The Church

Pacing around the church
 There's no one here
 There's just excuses when the truth is nowhere near
 Stars explode
 You dream below
 A god
 A prayer
 In a broken home
 You stare at a wall and think about your life
 Your brittle little life
 You won't make it out there alone
 You may need me now
 You may need me now and then
 This was easy when we were young and free
 And now we are anything but either of these
 I'll take you
 Take me
 Chasing the ghost around
 Abandoned towns
 You have so much love to give
 But nowhere to live
 Frozen tears
 Dying of thirst
 The failure of this affair with your past
 Is not the last or first
 Your wishes in the well
 Go to hell
 You can seldom count on love
 You can often count on hate
 You can always count on death as your fate
 And when you need a face for all three
 Then darling look for me
 I'll take pleasure in bringing
 Your enemies to their knees