When I'm shivering in the morning dust again
Then I sliver stale bread and give it to the doves
They're fluttering around me at the old market-place
And I worship somehow when we're thinking out loud
Oh, what's the chapel of mine?
I begged you as we walked the brown meadows
All colours were much more intense 'cause it'd rained before
And the chapels I know are warm and inside
Are multi entwined aisles I need to define
So that I could see its tortuous structures
I thought that you
Could lead me through
When I'm shivering in the morning dust again
Then I sliver stale bread and give it to the doves
They're fluttering around me at the old market-place
And I worship somehow when we're thinking out loud
What's the chapel of mine?
I begged you as we walked the brown meadows
All colours were much more intense 'cause it'd rained before
Oh, what's the chapel of mine?
I begged you as we walked the brown meadows
All colours were much more intense 'cause it'd rained before
You believe to be on an ill-fated ship
But got enough time live a satisfying life on it
And where all common sense is gone
People want the chapels for their own
You believe to be on an ill-fated ship
But got enough time live a satisfying life on it
And where all common sense is gone
People want the chapels for their own
And where all common sense is gone
People want the chapels for their own
And where all common sense is gone
People want the chapels for their own
And where all common sense is gone
People want the chapels for their own
And the chapels I know are warm and inside
Are multi entwined aisles I need to define
So that I could see its tortuous structures
I thought that you
Could lead me through
