choirs sing in the catholic towns of america loud voices implore me to lift my head but why when there is no one to touch my face no comfort or wisdom to give or take but how songs of religion caress my brow though my back is turned from the crown of thorns i made you my jesus my everything but now i lift my head to denounce your reign
and i look into the european eyes of god no fragile a home can keep me satisfied i gaze into the endless space the stars and planets speak come into our house where our hearts can breathe