Thursday Lyrics
Asleep In The Chapel
three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street and in our beds, under
the
sheets, they're the halo of guilt hanging around your neck, next to the
rosary you count, falling asleep and we're praying to treat the
symptoms of
letting go of all our hope. since we can't compete with martyred
saints,
we'll douse ourselves in gasoline and hang our bodies from the
lampposts so
that our shadows turn into bright lights 'white light, white heat'
we'll
make as we're blacking out in the center lane, we swerve to the beat,
spill
all the ink No revisions Do you hear the church bells ringing? wake
up!!
wake up in an outline and try to speak with the shattered voice of the
lives
we lead... have we slept too long between the bullet holes in a
stained-glass window state? when we repent, we fall on the page (read,
in
the margins) we are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope. someday
we'll be complete like modern saints, baptize our kids in gasoline and
hang
our doubts up in cathedrals so that they turn to faith in the colored
sunlight. 'red rain, red rain' we'll make as we're blacking out in the
center lane... do you hear the church bells ringing? they ring for you.
we
woke up this morning to a street filled with a thousand burning crosses
and
what we thought was the sunrise, just passing headlights still the
choir
girls sing, 'oh lord, can you save us? oh lord, sing hallelujah' they
are
the symptoms of letting go of all our hope... we're falling asleep with
open
eyes falling asleep inside the chapel falling asleep in chalk outlines
falling asleep as the headlights pass us by...
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