Asleep In The Chapel - Thursday

Three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street

And in our beds, under the sheets

They’re the halo of guilt hanging around your neck

Next to the rosary you count falling asleep, and we’re praying

These are the symptoms of letting go all our hope

Since we can’t compete with martyred saints

We’ll douse ourselves in gasoline

And hang our bodies from the lampposts

So that our shadows turn into bright lights

White lights, white heat

We’ll make as we’re blacking out in the center lane

We swerve to the beat, spill all the ink, no revisions

Do you hear the church bells ringing?

Wake up, wake up in an outline and try to speak

With the shattered voice of the lives we lead

Have we slept too long

Between the bullet holes in a stained glass window state?

And we’re praying

These are the symptoms of letting go all our hope

When we repent and we’re praying

We fall on the page, read in the margins

We are the symptoms of letting go all our hope

Someday we’ll be complete like modern saints

Baptize our kids in gasoline

And hang our doubts up in cathedrals

So that they turn to faith in the colored sun

Red rain, red rain

We’ll make as we’re blacking out in the center lane

We swerve to the beat, spill all the ink, no revisions

Do you hear the church bells ringing?

They ring for you

We woke up this morning to a sky with no air in it

And all the street’s are filled with a thousand burning crosses

And what we thought was the sunrise was just passing headlights

Still the choir girls sing

«Oh Lord, can You save us, save us?»

'Oh Lord, sing hallelujah'

'Oh Lord, can You save us, save us?'

'Oh, Lord, sing hallelujah'

They are the symptoms of letting go all our hope

We’re falling asleep with open eyes

Falling asleep inside the chapel

Falling asleep in chalk outlines

Falling asleep as the headlights pass us by