You wear the night like borrowed lace, A whisper stitched across your skin, And I keep maps of your escape In the pockets of my sins. The city hums in neon prayers, We kneel beneath its floodlit stare, I hear your name in ceiling fans— A hymn that doesn’t care. If love’s a lock, then I’m the key that breaks, If truth’s a mirror, watch it shake. In a glass cathedral, we confess in silhouettes, Kiss like we’re immortal, bleed like cigarettes. Hold me like a secret you can’t afford to keep— We’re saints in the spotlight, sinners in our sleep. In a glass cathedral, every halo has a crack, Say you’ll never leave me—then don’t make me look back. I learned to smile with sharpened teeth, To turn desire into a shield, To dance on rumors, underneath A dress of glittered steel. They want a goddess, want a brand, Want heat they can’t understand, So I give them fire on command And freeze when I’m alone. If love’s a stage, then I’m the light that blinds, If faith’s a knife, it cuts both sides. In a glass cathedral, we confess in silhouettes, Kiss like we’re immortal, bleed like cigarettes. Hold me like a secret you can’t afford to keep— We’re saints in the spotlight, sinners in our sleep. In a glass cathedral, every halo has a crack, Say you’ll never leave me—then don’t make me look back. I see the crowd like constellations, Each one pulling at our bones, We’re orbiting their expectations Till we forget our own. (Where do we go when the curtain falls?) (Who do we love when we can’t be called?) We’re holy on the posters, But the hallway’s cold— In a glass cathedral, we confess in silhouettes, Kiss like we’re immortal, bleed like cigarettes. Hold me like a secret you can’t afford to keep— We’re saints in the spotlight, sinners in our sleep. In a glass cathedral, let the stained light turn black, Say you’ll never leave me— Say you’ll never leave me— Then don’t make me look back. Amen in the afterglow… Amen in the afterglow…
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