Walk into a cathedral made of lead
They were on their knees
They were in their beds
Staying up all night
praying on the letter they sent
Gave a confession, just forgot what I said
(said, said)
In the dark alleys with black cats and cliches
Fall the white ashes of the ones we tried to save
Saw the sky turn red
From the storm we chased
As the colors run
to our last day
we are running in place

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