Dirty Churches

We only got in half a fight

Is it any wonder

You've been working all night

I’ve been getting younger

It might not be perfect but it's

Worth its weight in wood

You've been feeling empty

I’ve been feeling O.K

You can be the M.D

I can be the M.A

I feel almost holy when you hold me

When I

So what if we live in dirty churches

So what if my aim is true

I'm up in arms of elms, birches;

All my searches take me to you

So what if we live in dirty churches

So what if your blood is blue

I'm up in arms of elms and birches;

All my searches carry me to you

You and all your sadness

Silent in the green vines

Solo on a mattress

Listening to the bell chimes

Me and all my madness

You and your clean lines

So what if we live in dirty churches

So what if my aim is true

I'm up in arms of elms and birches

All my searches take me to you

So what if we live in dirty churches

So what if your blood is blue

I'm up in arms of elms and birches

All my searches carry me to you

Hoping the light dies

Hoping your candle lights

Hold my hand to the flame

Close but I don't feel pain

If I say your name

I say your name

I say your

So what if we live in dirty churches

So what if my aim is true

I'm up in arms of elms, birches

All my searches take me to you

So what if we live in dirty churches

So what if your blood is blue

I'm up in arms of elms and birches

All my searches carry me to you