There's a sound in my head. Holy wine, breakin' bread between time and what we said drifts the innocence we've shed. In this moment there's a day for a sad and broken babe. there's a fracture on this hallowed ground where we lay One light burns, one light fades. Behind the door are better days. When the light shines on me I'll know the world still turns. One light burns. There's a prayer on the wall. One by one say them all. Why we run before we crawl stands the reason that we fall In the flower there's a field. Sublime but so surreal. There's a fracture on this sacred ground to be healed.