when every ride you take just carries you to nowhere
and every train you catch takes you further down the line
you can follow me but I don't know where I'm going
but I don't think it really matters all the same
When you're searching for a god beyond the staind glass windows
Technicolor Jesus don't turn water into wine
You can follow me but i don't know where i'm going
but i don't think it really matters all the same
When your reflection turns to stone behind the rails across the mirror
the bats are silent, sweeping thru the sky across the moon
the chimes of the churchbells echo thru the alley
outside on the catwalk I hear a pipers tune
You can follow me but i don't know where i'm going
but i don't think it really matters all the same
searching for a god beyond the staind glass windows
technicolor jesus don't turn water into wine
Sunday, March 27, 2011
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