Even when I was a little girl -- even then

No one could tell me why, no one convinced me,

Through the cathedral,

The high windows spilling crimson light

Cross the deceived ones, no evidence of grace in their eyes



But when I saw the father, shaken, spent like spare change,

On his knees and under the gun

Then I wondered what would become of me



You might have told me that love is not enough

You might have lied and told me that it was,

The gilded cage and the holy three

Don't tell the truth as far as I can see



And in the end you choose someone, something, and

Others fade from view

And the world outside your lives exhausts you

Therein lies the ritual, you harbor no curiosity for the

High windows, the crimson light, or the deceived ones -

Dying randomly



But when I saw the father, shaken, spent like spare change,

On his knees and under the gun

Then I wondered what would become of me



You might have told me that love is not enough

You might have lied and told me that it was,

The gilded cage and the holy three

Don't tell the truth as far as I can see