When the living room fades to grey from light green
I'm asked to leave while keeping grace
You were a tour guide in the wake of Saint John's shadow
And every corner a familiar place

Did you ever wanna know me like that?
Or was I boredom in the form of a friend?
When I met you at the coastal town, the second time around
I wasn't aware it would mark the end

When the dining room starts to pray
The heads bow down while the starter chokes on the shoulder of Chain Lake Drive
And has the family turned away?
The angel's face remains unseen for their faith to be kept alive

Did they ever really love me like that?
Or was it Christian obligation at best?
And as the fracture shows its depth, it's unforgiving
She makes a stride
But she's not there yet