Doxology 歌词

All I ever wanted Was something huge Unmeasureable Not this Crumb of crusty bread Starched, whited linen Altar Grave Ungraving Not the here Most equal of shoulders pewed Pressed together and crowded Rising in unison In a perfect world We'll find the questions In a world without end Arched beams stretched over us Like ribs Sheltering Caging This common sense of surface refracted light of windows paned This procession of vows Hovering in the rebreathed air This numbering of days For these two thousand years Eclipse This amen Not This This cup.