Holy Ghost
full of grace
take me now
from this place
I've worn in every path I've known
a new last time
pace the floor
didactic stride
stripped down some more
We're given every grace

Breaking cast and falling fast from our own
when we go cold - as night in our autumn's plight
are we prone - when we go cold

wasted breath
breathing still
on this pane
from my sill
untorn from every past that we've known
stolen days
thief of mine
keep me close
and out of sight
afforded every prize

Breaking cast and falling fast from our own
when we go cold - as night in our autumn's plight
are we prone - when we go cold"