Paroles de Reverend

somehow
he makes it past the room they shared
the twenty years before she killed him
she drowned him with a letter left on a desk
and with every step it echoes
through the empty house

i'm leaving
i'm leaving you
i don't love you

somehow he visits the old and worn
smiles on sunday at church-scrubbed faces
and celebrates Christmas
with fewer lights this year
there's fewer lights this year

i'm leaving
i'm leaving you
i don't love you

and every day he still falls and prays
take me home
take me home