Until The Morning

Don t bother looking for a chair
Just throw your coat down anywhere
I m sorry I m so poorly dressed
I gave up hoping for a guest
Whoa-oh-oh
You say you got a weight to bare
A cross you carry everywhere
I said I know and it ain t fair
I tell you you can leave that here
Whoa-oh-oh...
And I always wondered
How you carried all that grief
I know it wasn t right to saddle you with mine
My life, my identity I lay them at your feet
And stand here broken in the mirror of your eyes
'Til the morning...
The old prayers written on your skin

They're singing mass out in the yard
They heard that you re the one I want
That I want...
And I m about to burn alive
You still won t look me in the eye
I'll turn the light out if you want
If you feel safer in the dark
Whoa-oh-oh...
I came to you an orphan
But I m living here a thief
If I can only find the door I ll go tonight
My life, my identity I lay them at your feet
In just the hope that you d let me come inside