The day became undone she called her faith a liar She lost the lovely one whose weight was once inside her Her son was snatched from the sky his leap of faith blew him wide took him over to the other side The day began to run and stained the gla** beside her All the colours of the holy one bled and ceased to guide her A cross of blood on the door counts her losses out in red Every Sunday stays in bed I never had it in me I could be of no comfort Never had it in me I could be of no comfort Never had it in me, naver had it in me The day became the night As she reached out to find me I struggled without light too few years behind me I felt her sink on the line to the bottom like a stone there I left her grieve alone I never had it in me I could be of no comfort Never had it in me I could be no comfort Never had it in me, never had it in me I could be of no comfort I could be of no comfort I could be of comfort