My hands, the temple again
I beg for you to come in
On my knees I am bent
I pray to you and...
It's deafening, the nothing. But, Momma said, "God's mill grinds slow"
Your word abounds without a sound, and is there something more I should know?
I narrow my mind's eye
I see the nothing inside
What makes a poor boy try
To prove true what feels like a lie?
At school they said, God is dead. Daddy said, "Believe and you shall receive"
If I can't connect, if I can't detect, maybe there's nothing to see?
Maybe it's a ghost story?
Maybe it is not me?
All this doubt makes embers out of eternal flames
All these words with no meaning spoken in your name
All the roads keeps bending back to from where they came
The temple crumbles in heaps
Clenched fist to match gnashed teeth
The unseen deity
The company that you keep
It's deafening, the nothing. But, Momma said, "God's mill grinds slow"
If I can't connect, if I can't detect, maybe there's nothing to see?
Maybe it's a ghost story?
Maybe it is not me?
