Desperate Believer ----------------------- Your hands are the altar of sacred dreams Where I offer the heat of my skin A votive flickering in the sacred dark Letting the holy secrets in The fever starts to rise A prayer I can't sanctify Falling into your grace You are the altar where I lay my devotion Your touch is a sermon of holy fever I'm kneeling at the edge of your ocean A beautiful ghost, a desperate believer The light in your eyes is a votive flame A beacon across the consecrated sea You are the ground where I plant my offerings And surrender what was never quite free The fever starts to rise A prayer I can't sanctify Falling into your grace You are the shrine where I bring my devotion Your touch is a sermon of holy fever I'm drowning in the depths of your ocean A broken saint, a desperate believer This devotion has hollowed me open Every prayer carved deeper in bone And I bleed for a god I have never known I have worn down my knees on this cold stone floor Given all that the faithful are asked to give Every silence between us a hymn I adore Every whispered amen the only way I live The incense is cooling down Ash falling to the floor I'm lost inside your sanctuary There is no altar but yours --- "Desperate Believer" Copyright © 2026 Rick n' Stolti. All rights reserved. [email protected]
