Augustine

oh my god, what have I done

chasing some mirage in my Mojave sun

don't say every chance is lost,

please don't say anything at all

in sand and thorns

I'm walking forth

bare and blinking as the day that I was born

bells in spires of China white

ring for an Augustine tonight

oh now, I'm breaking down ...

oh let me be

let me be your Augustine

lead me now, I understand

faith is both the prison and the open hand

bells on low on high

will you ring for Augustine tonight

oh now I'm breaking down,

every illusion in between

all the lies that I have seen

oh let me be your Augustine