Looking back a cold heart scarred
The never truth of faith departed
On his knees he's humbled and alone
Surrounded by the spoken word
Passion felt misunderstood
Read from this book
There's little love that's shown

So follow me back to your grave
I'll follow you back to blind faith

Now on his knees with things to say
Reflection asked taking guilt away
Though aspirations leave dismay
Attention strays from time to time
To clear his thoughts and change his mind
On heart ache
Though eyes are kind

If together is no better than apart, than apart
I will find you back at the start, at the start.