I’m surrounded by breaking crosses
And it seems I’ve formed a habit
When I fall in love with someone
They take my faith and smash it.
First there was the golden boy
And then a black rosary,
Third was when all the saints fell
And a blue cross vanished, finally.
All these lonely hearts out there,
Seeking their holy redemption
Are easily swayed from their gods
By lovers’ recognition.
But I have faith
And I have faith
But oh but oh in what?
In God, I’m sure- that’s a must.
But the sacred problem remains-
Lovers cover gods as a crutch.