You came like rain through a hole in the ceiling, Cold on my tongue, but almost healing. I wore your silence under my skin, A sacred wound I kept breathing in. The room went black when you said my name, Like heaven and hunger were one and the same. I built you an altar from all I regret, And prayed to a god I had never met. If love is a language, Why do you speak in scars? Why do I feel you closest When you are where you are? There is a cathedral in my chest, And every bell still rings for you. I lay my faith down at your feet, You make a lie feel holy, too. So take what remains of me, Drink from the emptiness you left. You are the hymn I can't forget In the cathedral in my chest. Your ghost has learned the shape of my bed, It moves beside me and borrows your breath. I wake with your absence between my teeth, A taste too bitter to let me sleep. Was I your shelter or just your storm? Something to ruin, something to mourn? You held me close like a blade to a vein, Tender enough to disguise the pain. There is a cathedral in my chest, And every bell still rings for you. I lay my faith down at your feet, You make a lie feel holy, too. So take what remains of me, Drink from the emptiness you left. You are the hymn I can't forget In the cathedral in my chest. I would have followed you Past the edge of every light. I would have called it paradise Just to keep you for the night. But devotion is a fever, And forgiveness is a flood. You wanted something sacred - I gave you all my blood. So tear down the altar. Black out the sun. If I was your chosen, Why was I never enough? You made me kneel. You made me confess. Now hear your name Collapse in my chest. There was a cathedral in my chest, But now the bells are breaking through. I take my faith back from your feet; Not every god deserves the truth. And what remains belongs to me, Not to the emptiness you left. You were the hymn I can't forget - Now I am the breath Inside my chest.
