I sought you, oh I sought you Only to find There is no mecca that can hold you Nor any place that could confine I have seen no holy city For they are the works of man Oh but there is a holy spirit I met him in my mother's garden The sky cried out like a lamb As the veil was torn apart And the black that covered everything Could not penetrate my heart Oh there is no golden temple And I have never heard you shout But when I break the cinders open The flames come pouring out. Singing O! Gold and Red, Lit the sky above my head I was tangled up in vines Sure that I would end up dead But you found me just the same, Amidst the poison and the pain And the furrow on your brow Speaks of love I can't explain