HERESY PARADE

I light a match for my morning coffee Swing my feet to the dusty floor Kiss the crack in the plaster ceiling Say "you're the only throne I'm kneeling for" Bless these stains on the kitchen counter Saints of grease from yesterday's bread All my relics in the silverware drawer All my miracles inside my head I sing glory, to the Great Below To skin, to thirst, to anything I know Raise my hands to the ordinary mess I made (I made) I crown myself in sweat and smoke Break the halo, wear the broken spokes Every breath a little heresy parade (Ooh, ooh) (ooh, woo-ooh) I read the gospel in a traffic jam Brake lights, curses, cherry gum psalms Every horn a cracked cathedral bell Every sigh another life, in my palms I kiss my scars like beloved idols Every bruise, a soft red shrine If some heaven wants my Sunday promise It won't even have one weekday of my spine I sing glory, to the Great Below To skin, to thirst, to anything I know Raise my hands to the ordinary mess I made (I made) I crown myself in sweat and smoke Break the halo, wear the broken spokes Every breath, a little heresy parade (ooh, woo-ooh) Let the empty sky stay silent I've got a chorus in my chest (oh, yeah) Let the high throne keep its distance I've got my hunger as my guest Bless the touch, the spit, the shiver Bless the dirt beneath my feet If there's a Lord that lives above me I'll praise my own, in sweat and heat I sing glory, to the Great Below To skin, to thirst, to anything I know Raise my hands to the ordinary mess I made, I made, I made I crown myself in sweat and smoke Break the halo, wear the broken spokes Every breath, a little heresy parade (ooh, ooh) (ooh, woo-ooh)