They said we built a sanctuary With whispers on the floor A kind of quiet gravity I'd never known before You were the hymn my heart would hum When daylight disappeared But now the stained glass cold and dumb Holds every silent tear And I still sweep the broken aisles Where echoes hold your name Our chapel, now in ruined styles Just columns left of flame What we consecrated, now decays A fallen spire in a rusted sky This devotion turned to disarray An altar where the candles die I light a match to see the walls But shadows are the only things that rise Our collapsed cathedral quietly falls Behind my tired eyes Behind my tired eyes I trace the frescoes, cracked and old Our vows in faded paint The marble once was warm to hold Now chilled with what it ain't We wrote our psalms in hopeful hands On parchment now grown thin A theology of shifting sands Let the slow collapse begin And I still kneel on splintered wood Where communion used to breathe But the sacrament's not understood By ghosts the walls bequeath What we consecrated, now decays A fallen spire in a rusted sky This devotion turned to disarray An altar where the candles die I light a match to see the walls But shadows are the only things that rise Our collapsed cathedral quietly falls Behind my tired eyes Ours was not a spark that fled It was a whole cosmology, undone A universe inside a bed Now cold beneath a sunless Sun I wander through the nave of us A pilgrim without prayer Collecting sanctified dust In this unholiest of air And maybe ruin is a kind of grace A slow unveiling of the bone This hollowed, hallowed, empty space Is where I go to be alone? Our cathedral's just an outline now A blueprint drawn in ash and rain But even in its empty brow I whisper your name I whisper your name