Oh my god
What have I done
Chasing some mirage in my Mojave sun
Don't say every chance is lost
Please don't say anything at all

In sand and thorns
I'm walking forth
Bare and blinking as the day that I was born
Bells in spires of China white
Ring for an Augustine tonight

Oh now, I'm breaking down
Oh let me be
Let me be your Augustine

Lead me now
I understand
Faith is both the prison and the open hand
Bells on low on high
Will you ring for Augustine tonight

Oh now I'm breaking down
Every illusion in between
All the lies that I have seen
Oh let me be your Augustine