I sought you, oh I sought you
Only to find
There is no mecca that can hold you
Nor any place that could confine
I have seen no holy city
for they are the works of man
Oh but there is a holy spirit
I met him in my mother’s garden
The sky cried out like a lamb
as the veil was torn apart
and the black that covered everything
could not penetrate my heart
Oh there is no golden temple
and I have never heard you shout
but when I break the cinders open
the flames come pouring out.
Singing
O! Gold and Red,
lit the sky above my head
I was tangled up in vines
Sure that I would end up dead
But you found me just the same,
amidst the poison and the pain
and the furrow on your brow
speaks of love I can’t explain