If angels were birds
And flew in flock through the sky
It would be much easier for me
To believe
I’d marry Faith
With that ring of wings
And be sure of being made a saint

But I don’t see your face
Don’t feel the white shape in the dark
And on my brow I bear
The burning mark
And I can’t hear your voice
Can’t feel the silver kiss on my lips
Real blood is dripping from my ribs

If pavements were made of water
And flew like streams
It would be much easier to dream
I’d raise my hands to sky
And could see the end
With the naked eye
And be crucified like Christ

But I don’t see your face
Don’t feel the white shape in the dark
And on my brow I bear
The burning mark
And I can’t hear your voice
Can’t feel the silver kiss on my lips
Real blood is dripping from my ribs

And what if all of a sudden
Sitting on my porch
I felt myself knelt down in a church
And what if my words
Started sounding like swords
And I could open the sky
Like Moses did with the Red Sea

But I don’t see your face
Don’t feel the white shape in the dark
And on my brow I bear
The burning mark
And I can’t hear your voice
Can’t feel the silver kiss on my lips
Real blood is dripping from my ribs