I left my thesis in a burning envelope
'Cause for some reason, I can’t read it anymore
And for a moment I had thought, that maybe I found God
I burned through the words in red
The smoke filled my aching head
And he’s gone, he’s gone
There’s an unfamiliar darkness in my eyes
And the prettiest months mean the heaviest times
And when I’m by myself at night, does he hear me when I cry?
I burned through the words in red
The smoke filled my aching head
And he’s gone, he’s gone
I’ll search for my home, by lantern I wander
This desert I roam, by lantern I wander
Alone
I want to start the day with bread and wine
But the message tastes like blood and brine
I choked on the words in red
The water rose above my head
I’ll search for my home, by lantern I wander
This desert I roam, by lantern I wander
Alone