Strange Conversations

I'd like to speak with you, if that's alright

Thought I might find you here, where wasted youth lay near

Through all that's insincere, into the quiet

With doves surrounding you, this mottled sky turns blue

And I'm at the altar

And I wake in pools of light

After our strange conversations that I hold into the night

Am I impatient with you? Am I too shy?

Must I confess to you? And scuff my oldest shoes

But even faith won't soothe this ache tonight

So won't you stay with me

Kneel down and pray with me

And I'm at the altar

And I wake in pools of light

After our strange conversations that I hold into the night

I'm on my own, at your feet again, your disciple

I'm on my own, on my knees again, your disciple

I'm on my own, at your feet again, your disciple

I'm on my own, on my knees again, your disciple, I

Won't you reply?

Won't you reply?

Won't you reply?

And I

And you're right, do you really want to save my life? (Oh, and I)

Not quite

So I'm blending into you, blending into you (ooh, and I)

This time, do you really want to take?

Ooh, and I