Wandered deserts striking stones
 Sweat our blood in the olive groves
 Now two whole years with no reply,
 Should we give sacrifice a try?
 Still don’t know where I went wrong
 Our pale horses riding all day long
 And i can't tell where you went
 Or who it was that really left
 But when I pass those stained glass halls
 I find you you filling up my head again
 With Easter Sunday Sacraments
 When I was just a kid
 Playing games and pulling tricks out of our sleeves
 But I can’t tell if we’re talking
 You’re the same voice that I hear inside of me
 When I’m too tired to think
 Like a lamp light through the window in a starless sky
 I never thought of you
 As something I could lose
 The spirit and the bride
 The love of all my life
 A family gathered where you lay
 we laid our hands upon and prayed
 Until they pulled me from my knees
 And said it’s time for you to leave
 “But I know the wonder working lord,
 And I heard He’s raising from the dead again
 The stories about Lazarus
 Might be more than make believe
 My lord is faithful,
 Please take your hands off me.”
 Now I dont hear you talking
 No more comfort in the stories that I read
 And I’m out of thoughts to think
 The second coming savior running late this time and now I think I see
 What lazarus taught me
 The way he must’ve been surprised
 The second time he died