Church on a Friday...

Listen to the silence, watch the flickering flames, I'm sitting in church alone, and it's peaceful once again
Looking upon your holy stained Windows, the images of hope, faith and love, I'm not even sure I'm in the right place
I'm wondering what the hell is the matter with me, sorry for cursing but I'm still new and only learning
It's Friday afternoon, no day special, but I'm on this pew over thinking my life And it's all disconcerting

The vast emptiness in this religious castle
My oxygen burning from a hopeful candle
I'm struggling to breathe and it's not passing
I pray that these feelings are not everlasting

I'm looking at the cross of Jesus hanging, we supposed to have sinned but I don't feel like a sinner
When I leave these holy walls, what am I supposed to tell myself whilst looking in the mirror
I've came here for piece and quiet and its now been half an hour
I'm so glad it's not a Sunday because I wouldn't cope with the choir

I'm still the only one around waiting to be found, I'm starting to feel a bit better
One day my words might be heard, and my future might seem a little brighter
The candle is melting, but it has life, as the flame still burns
I do hear a whistle in the background, I do hope I'm not cursed

The vast emptiness in this religious castle
My oxygen burning from a hopeful candle
I'm struggling to breathe and it's not passing
I pray that these feelings are not everlasting
I'll remember this whistle and carry my flame
I came to church today,
My life is mine, I'll fear no evil, I am Wayne
For now I feel brave
For now I am safe
For I came to church today...