Extinguished Saints
No heaven reached these locked doors. (mmmmm)
I step from the wet stone to the wooden floor.
My coat is dripping rainwater,
the candles are cold,
Just a broken statue that nobody will hold.
I knelt in the shadows on the empty bench,
Breathing the cold air and the damp-earth trench.
Is anyone listening to a faith so thin?
Where the dark begins.
No saint answers after midnight.
No saint answers after midnight.
(no
saint) I do not know
if I want forgiveness here,
Or if guidance is just another
form of fear.
Perhaps I only wanted another voice in the room,
To break the weight of this quiet gloom.
I watched the shadows cross the dusty floor,
No holy sign behind the locked door.
Waiting for something that I cannot name,
Playing an empty game.
No saint answers after midnight.
No saint answers after midnight.
(no
saint...) I called every name because silence had none.
(silence had none...) I called every name because silence had none.
No saint answers after midnight.
No saint answers after midnight.
(no
saint)
I left without an answer and carried no punishment.