Prayer is the bell jar
You put over this goodbye
I'd rather leave this embrace between you and I
Let's lock out the bearded old man in the nightgown
He can tap against the glass but I'm not coming out

I build bridges with these arms, I will not build a fortress
In the circle 'round the kitchen table
I say my ''amen'' because I feel blessed
Secretly hoping while we join hands
you can't feel my trembling fingertips

If I sign this piece of paper
do I sell my soul along with my duties?
We won't put our money where your Catholic mouth is
Even though the teeth are long gone
there's still bone beneath the gum
And there's a lot of potential in a mighty, mighty organ

And they told us not to clap
so, we clap as hard as we can
Because the reverb in these holy halls
is like a long lost friend
He keeps on hitting the walls
and comes all the way back again

I want trees instead of gravestones, nothing to confess
I got a soft spot for your ancient books full of horror stories
I got a music in my head from long, long ago
and far, far away
And I still hum its tune
but how could I believe every word it says to me?

We follow our own steps
while our shadows keep watching us
The wrong step would be not to start this exodus