I will make you remember our first mass in the dark.

I followed you into the shadows, I was lost for a while, but somehow I found you. And we were not ourselves anymore.

Breathing heavily while our eyes were closed,
You kept calling on God's name,
but I know you were not praying.
I heard you singing the psalms while I was worshiping you.

I love the way you pulled my hair as I was taking my communion.
I don't need a bread, because your flesh is more than enough.
I kept on coming back for this until your wine poured

Silence came, and we stood up but then you kneeled... I wonder why, but you just look at me with a smile and said "It's my turn now".