I painted you on my doorpost When the angel of death passed by Your precious heart is like an orchard that grows within mine And this house has become my cage All the windows still hours from my eyes And they let in so little light it makes me think that I'm blind There are so many people That fall like the snow that collects outside I know between them they feel Everything so I don't have to feel alright Well I'm lonely when I'm around people They are all sure of things that I can't relate I'm still losing all of my sleep over all of our faith I've been the altar inside of your temple I've been condescended by stars And I know there is no stranger feel In the window who knows where you are There are so many people That flow like the lashes that fall from my eyes I know between them they believe Everything so I don't have to be right