I couldn't help it

I'd like to ask too many questions

And ones without answers and I

Keep it in mind and i'll try and i'll try

To ask you but then i'll fall asleep

Open doors and an empty pew

I was here to speak with you

Was i a nuisance, wretch or a bother

Our father, I won't speak unless I'm spoken to

Nothing

Are we alone? Is there something?

Why won't you answer?

How could it seem that the closest we'd be is a book by my bed or a metal around my neck?

And who would've thought I was locked out of heaven

Would you leave a key underneath?

So I could sneak in when I'm ready to believe

Who would've thought I was locked out of heaven

Would you leave a key underneath?

So I could sneak in when I'm ready to believe