I talk to the empty air
I guess it? s some kind of empty prayer
To no one who? s never there
It doesn? t matter if they exist
I? m aesthetically atheist
It only matters I pray for this
You took the prodigal from my heart
And gave me a safe place to fall apart
You know all about me now
I was a typical crash and burn
Spent a life that I? d never earned
It wasn? t ever enough somehow
I? m rooted in this place
I? m watching your silent face
I? m sensing my saving grace
Is rooted deep inside of you
Had so many trials of style
Exponentially growing wilder
Til I was right on the edge of it
And it was all down to me I guess
I must be some kind of holy mess
I only wanted you to exist
My conscience is still intact
I just thought that I would mention that
It doesn? t matter it? s just a fact
Aesthetically atheist
Cos I? m not sure that I would pass the test
I only wanna be sure of this
I? m rooted in this place
I? m watching your silent face
I? m sensing my saving grace
Is rooted deep inside of you
The measure of consequence
Is how far down you go before you have the sense
To pray for deliverance
I prayed for it more or less
A lot of empty words I guess
I only wanted you to exist
I? m rooted in this place
I? m watching your silent face
I? m sensing my saving grace
Is rooted deep inside of you

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