I met you where the hymns had drowned,
in the water under stone,
you said your heart was holy ground,
but no one prays alone.
The candles burned for Judas,
the choir wept for rain,
we traded grace for tenderness,
then tenderness for pain.

You wore your sins like wedding lace,
I quenched my thirst with brine,
the serpent whispered through your hair,
and said your breath was mine.
The Bible on the table
had forgotten how to close,
and the night came down like scripture,
reciting what it knows.

Now dawn is just a witness
to the crimes that lovers keep,
we crucify the morning light
and nail it back to sleep.
The angels dance our requiem,
the devil hums along,
and somewhere in the distance
I still hear your song.