Pentagrams Paroles

In the suit you designed
Stains of your blood
On my shirt made of light

A rainbow cut out
From a picture of you
From Sunday School mornings
My pentagrams drew
Attention from children
Whose parents were devils
Tempting with water
And bread made of stone

Oh, I want to believe you

I know that you mean well
But I don’t want to hang
Forsaken like you were
Can’t see your face

I don’t mean to wait
But I feel like I’m dying
The lines are all busy
So I keep on trying

I want to believe you

Give me a sign
So I know that you’re here
Wave from your window
From heaven on high

Throw down your love
I will give it away
Make me a mountain
Of hymn and of clay

I’ll sing hallelujah
Till I see your face
Forever, and ever
Amen

Oh, I want to believe you