Rooted

I talk to the empty air I guess it? s some kind of empty prayer To no one who? s never there It doesn? t matter if they exist I? m aesthetically atheist It only matters I pray for this You took the prodigal from my heart And gave me a safe place to fall apart You know all about me now I was a typical crash and burn Spent a life that I? d never earned It wasn? t ever enough somehow I? m rooted in this place I? m watching your silent face I? m sensing my saving grace Is rooted deep inside of you Had so many trials of style Exponentially growing wilder Til I was right on the edge of it And it was all down to me I guess I must be some kind of holy mess I only wanted you to exist My conscience is still intact I just thought that I would mention that It doesn? t matter it? s just a fact Aesthetically atheist Cos I? m not sure that I would pass the test I only wanna be sure of this I? m rooted in this place I? m watching your silent face I? m sensing my saving grace Is rooted deep inside of you The measure of consequence Is how far down you go before you have the sense To pray for deliverance I prayed for it more or less A lot of empty words I guess I only wanted you to exist I? m rooted in this place I? m watching your silent face I? m sensing my saving grace Is rooted deep inside of you