Thursday - Asleep in the Chapel lyrics
[Thursday - Asleep in the Chapel lyrics]
Three chalk outlines sleep in
The dirty street and in our beds
Under the sheets they're the halo of guilt
Hanging around your neck next to the rosary
You count, falling asleep
And we're praying
To treat the symptoms of letting
Go of all our hope
Since we can't compete with martyred saints
We'll douse ourselves in gasoline
And hang our bodies from the lampposts
So that our shadows turn into bright lights
White light white heat
We'll make as we're blacking out
In the center lane we swerve to the beat
Spill all the ink no revisions
Do you hear the church bells ringing?
Wake up! Wake up in an outline
And try to speak with the shattered
Voice of the lives we lead
Have we slept too long
Between the bullet holes in
A stained-glass window state? When we repent
We fall on the page read, in the margins
We are the symptoms of letting
Go of all our hope when we repent
We fall on the page read, in the margins
We are the symptoms of letting
Go of all our hope
Someday we'll be complete like modern saints
Baptize our kids in gasoline
And hang our doubts up in cathedrals
So that they turn to faith
In the colored sunlight "Red rain, Red Rain"
We'll make as we're blacking out
In the center lane
Do you hear the church bells ringing?
They ring for you
We woke up this morning to a street
Filled with a thousand burning crosses
And what we thought was the sunrise
Just passing headlights
Still the choir girls sing
"Oh lord, can you save us?
Oh lord, sing hallelujah
Oh lord, can you save us?
Oh lord, sing hallelujah"
They are the symptoms of letting
Go of all our hope
We're falling asleep with open eyes
Falling asleep inside the chapel
Falling asleep in chalk outlines
Falling asleep as the headlights pass us by
The dirty street and in our beds
Under the sheets they're the halo of guilt
Hanging around your neck next to the rosary
You count, falling asleep
And we're praying
To treat the symptoms of letting
Go of all our hope
Since we can't compete with martyred saints
We'll douse ourselves in gasoline
And hang our bodies from the lampposts
So that our shadows turn into bright lights
White light white heat
We'll make as we're blacking out
In the center lane we swerve to the beat
Spill all the ink no revisions
Do you hear the church bells ringing?
Wake up! Wake up in an outline
And try to speak with the shattered
Voice of the lives we lead
Have we slept too long
Between the bullet holes in
A stained-glass window state? When we repent
We fall on the page read, in the margins
We are the symptoms of letting
Go of all our hope when we repent
We fall on the page read, in the margins
We are the symptoms of letting
Go of all our hope
Someday we'll be complete like modern saints
Baptize our kids in gasoline
And hang our doubts up in cathedrals
So that they turn to faith
In the colored sunlight "Red rain, Red Rain"
We'll make as we're blacking out
In the center lane
Do you hear the church bells ringing?
They ring for you
We woke up this morning to a street
Filled with a thousand burning crosses
And what we thought was the sunrise
Just passing headlights
Still the choir girls sing
"Oh lord, can you save us?
Oh lord, sing hallelujah
Oh lord, can you save us?
Oh lord, sing hallelujah"
They are the symptoms of letting
Go of all our hope
We're falling asleep with open eyes
Falling asleep inside the chapel
Falling asleep in chalk outlines
Falling asleep as the headlights pass us by