Church

The glances from the people across the room have noticed my pained eyes As I feel a wanting in my womb, I'm burning And I feel the crashing of my sins I've got not alms for a lying church We walk out pushing away at your infamous reasons, you hang round And shout loud "a parking ticket paired with this woman", you're burning And I feel the crashing of my sins I've got not alms for a lying church One day I'd like to say Looking straight into my ghost "It felt easy" How does it seems so long ago? "Too easy" And I feel it all (I feel it all) Maybe one day I'll walk through those doors again Maybe one day I will walk through (through)