The day became undone
she called her faith a liar
She lost the lovely one
whose weight was once inside her
Her son was snatched from the sky
his leap of faith blew him wide
took him over to the other side
The day began to run
and stained the glass beside her
All the colours of the holy one
bled and ceased to guide her
A cross of blood on the door
counts her losses out in red
Every Sunday stays in bed
I never had it in me
I could be of no comfort
Never had it in me
I could be of no comfort
Never had it in me, naver had it in me
The day became the night
As she reached out to find me
I struggled without light
too few years behind me
I felt her sink on the line
to the bottom like a stone
there I left her grieve alone
I never had it in me
I could be of no comfort
Never had it in me
I could be no comfort
Never had it in me, never had it in me
I could be of no comfort
I could be of no comfort
I could be of comfort