It doesn't take


For me to fall apart

Face tilted toward the light

(Christe eleison, Kyrie eleison)

Back pushed out straight

(Sale me, fons pietatis)

And it doesn't take


For me to ask as I learnt

Feeling my knuckles cracking

(Libera me, libera me)

And buckling in their release

(Dona me requiem)

And it won't be


To make me believe in

(Sanctus, sanctus, sanctus)

Or stop me asking again

(Benidictus qui venit)


-Christ have mercy, Lord have mercy-

-Save me, fount of mercy-

-Deliver me, free me-

-Give me rest-

-Holy, Holy, Holy-

-Blessed is he who comes-