The glances from the people across the room have noticed
My pained eyes as I feel a wanting in womb, I’m burning
And I feel the crashing of my sins, I’ve got no alms for a lying church
We walk out, pushing away at your infamous reasons, you hang round
And shout loud
A parking ticket paired with this woman, you’re burning
And I feel the crashing of my sins, I’ve got no alms for a lying church
(Maybe one day)
One day I’d like to say looking straight into my ghost, it felt easy
How does it seem so long ago, too easy?
And I feel it all
(I feel it all)
I feel it all
Maybe one day I’ll walk through those doors again
Maybe one day I will walk through (through)