The bells ring to the tune of death
And our souls appear
You hesitantly hold my hand in the
vacant atmosphere

Our physical bodies abandoned like
the church we now gather
The paint is peeling but we still want
our happily ever after
We move without hearts that have
been offered up at the alter

The third lost soul desperately in
search of meaning
Make us recite words that were
supposed to be said with feeling

He brings us to the inevitable
question
And in the empty room you raised
your hand in objection

You lead me into this church,
walked with me along this alter,
Then had the audacity to reject me
after?