In the parking lot We stop to do communion And we smoke it up The spirit we were using But all I really still see is you In the hall by the basement in heavenly hue I'm learning how to play this front That I'm content with existing outside of your love It's amazing proof A catcall to the cosmos And I'm feeling new, While you're speaking kind of macho Right there in the altar room There was nothing but silence, tears from the pews As we bowed our heads and closed our minds, To the reigns of religion, the fruit off some vine A shadow cast on all I see, In the depths of this doubt, On the peak of belief Uncovering this single truth That at the feet of surrender, Never be proof There is just you.