You pray that time will move you forward.
You've come to set your soul on fire.
In Venice red,
I'm not alive to tell you
you've gotta lock the world out
of the bedroom where you lay to waste the night
and I wonder If God allots this grandeur
to watch his conscience burn out of the heavens
Today your name will rise, from the rubble.
Your face was shining through the morning.
The sun's wound bled a golden sky
on faces that you found fading below
the shadows where you drown,
shaking and alone.
In Venice red,
I'm not alive to tell you
you've gotta lock the world out
of the bedroom where you lay to waste the night
and I wonder If God allots this grandeur
to watch his conscience burn out of the heavens
Today your name will rise, from the rubble.