No one can really say
by Steven Clotzman

Put a sign on the door
That says this hearts not open any more
And how it’s come to this, like any war
No one can really say

Hear the hush over the phone
Feel the rush of blood, the crush of bone
But to speak of answers that can stand alone
No one can really say

You’re half-saint and I’m half-sinner
We used to like it that way
But this feeling faint in the dead of winter
It’s not so easy today

Watch the shadow growing long
It blurs the line between what’s right and wrong
I’d like to tell you where my faith has gone
But no one can really say

Sometimes at night I hear His name
But Rome’s been sacked and Jerusalem’s aflame
I doubt if things will ever be the same
But no one can really say

You’re half-saint and I’m half-sinner
I think you liked it that way
Now I’m feeling faint in the dead of winter
It’s not so easy today

Stare down the eyes that will not cry
Feel the weight of days that refuse to die
And somewhere a lonely fool’s still asking why
But no one can really say
No one can really say


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