There are things, there are things
I would never do
Paths I could never choose
Even if I wanted to
And there are words, there are words
I would never say
Oh, I could never pray
The way that you do
'Cause I looked up, I looked up
Above your shrine
As he blessed the wine
And broke the bread
But I could see, I could see
No angels there
Just a cross to bear
A cage of monsters
And on the way down, on the way down
I became something
With claws and wings and a heart that sings
Of death and seeing
And believing that giving is receiving
These days, these days
You welcome me
With love that I can see
And open arms
And your smile, and your smile
Is so wide
I swear I could climb inside
And never cry
It is a hat, it is a hat
You give me to wear
After you comb my hair
And dry me off
It is a pedestal, it is a pedestal
You place me on
But if I can do no wrong
Then I cannot know right
And on the way down, on the way down
I become something
With claws and wings and a heart that sings
Of death and seeing
And believing that giving is receiving
And believing that giving is receiving
