I've stood before this image of you In a church that they condemned before they knew With that illusion I wish I could hold, A rosette we drenched in meaning and then sold Now you're wearing out from within While the pastel shades of martyrdom Are creeping through your skin I think it's all we know, A seed that does not grow Could be it just got got buried in the snow. But that's no way to live, With nothing left to give Just reading from a script ♪ Where was that truce we'd made with the sea ♪ When all seven hills of Rome Dared to conspire against our feet? To all your antique gods, Take all the tolls you want The other side of this bridge is all we've got But in case we don't get far Or never even start I've been praying for your heart, Though I don't know who you are.