The Cross - Priest

Standing by the blinds

above the city lights

A junkie for your touch

dressing up for the night

The winter sky is clear

passing faceless silhouettes

Counting wasted years

like burnt out cigarettes

Where are you now?

I have to carry the cross

Where are you now?

you’re the greatest loss

Falling like a flake

in a snowstorm ball

Where every little shake

makes a blizzard of it all

Where are you now?

I have to carry the cross

Where are you now?

you’re the greatest loss