[Verse 1] Sunday suit Borrowed shoes Oil smoke on the crowded pews You kiss rings I count doors Ash and incense Hidden sword Nervous hands on a prayer book spine Latin words I lose my mind Bell tolls once I see your face Lorenzo laughs I mark the place [Chorus] Blood in the choir Blood in the choir Pazzi hands shaking as the voices rise higher You thought a hymn would drown the scream Daggers out in the house of belief Blood in the choir Blood in the choir Pages stuck red where they sang “Kyrie” You tried to cut out a family name But Florence learned how to spell it in flames [Verse 2] Silver mask on a borrowed plan Whispered “freedom” in a crowded hand Priest says “peace” Steel says “now” You miss the heart You hit the crown Giuliano falls on the marble floor Boots slip red They drag the door Lorenzo’s cloak Torn and slick He claws back up You don’t die quick [Chorus] Blood in the choir Blood in the choir Pazzi hands shaking as the voices rise higher You thought a hymn would drown the scream Daggers out in the house of belief Blood in the choir Blood in the choir Rope and stone for a broken scheme You tried to carve out a ruling vein The city carved your initials in pain [Bridge] They strung you from your own front wall (hey!) Feet still twitch above the stall Kids threw stones Shouted names Merchants counted Stoked the blame “Look at the traitors Look how they sway” Wind plays judge on a bright spring day You wanted statues Wanted crowns All you got was hanging down [Chorus] Blood in the choir Blood in the choir Echoed out into the market fire You lit a match in a painted nave And fed your house to a tidal wave Blood in the choir Blood in the choir Silk torn open by a backroom prayer You tried to drag a patron down Now every stone remembers that sound
