Confessor

Pack up and leave everyday I plant the seed to rip the roots away And I believe every word you say calls the thunder And spooks off the pain And through the windows in the chapel Is laying in the morning light Every wick and every candle Is laying in the morning I'm here with your dress at night I confess At the hem of your dress I confess To spook off the pain Is when I always catch you laughing At the cusp of everyday Is when I always catch you grinning It suits you well