Reach in for it
Your rusted iron covered cross
Pour out your breath into the furnace again
And I think I’ve found a better way to live
And I think I’ve found a better way to die
And I’ve been fitting myself into that small space
That you set out for
The screaming of the wind
Cause that is all I've ever been
Sorting through it
I never saw something so clear
As your hands bound up in prayer behind a closed door
But I thought I walked a better road alone
Till I found my feet set into stone
And that’s when I turned back
You put me back in my place
So I won’t be afraid
I won’t be afraid
And I’ve been fitting myself into that small, small space
That you set out for
The screaming of the wind
Cause that is all I've ever been