Oh, what a mess I've made What a mess these hands have made of this kingdom The kingdom come and gone
This love is blasphemy As it rises and remains in me I'll expel it from my waking mind My waking memory
We felt a tear in the fabric, a break in the seam If there's a body to blame it won't be me Father can you see your son? He can't see anyone
This love is blasphemy As it rises and remains in me I'll expel it from my waking mind My waking memory
I stand silent among them who trained my hands It was mine to hold, that bitter regret Unseen by blessed creation Where we made a war with words under the name of a risen son This generation mourns
This love is blasphemy As it rises and remains in me I'll expel it from my waking mind My waking memory
