Fell to stone

When I left the tabernacle You stopped me on my way Your eyes done up in pink and green There were voices in the rain Soft in what they had to say They were telling me Of the brotherhood they'd seen And what was left of me As I called to you My voice came in strong And I was freed of every Bondage of my will You were sweet but resolute As you offered me your hand And as we shed our sense of selves We fell to stone As we shed our sense of selves We fell to stone I am not held to you As you are not held to me My power comes from you and you alone And the stories of our souls Your death became real The death of fantasy Don't leave me to bury you Alone Leave me behind In this catacomb