Calling Magdalene

Calling Magdalene

You know, there’s something

I’ve been calling Magdalene

She lives behind the mirror

Somewhere no one else can see

She wears my old confessions

Like a dress of faded green

And every night at midnight

She starts whispering to me

She says, You don’t have to carry

Every name they made you wear

You don’t have to keep pretending

That you disappeared

So I’m calling Magdalene

Calling through the dark

Calling for the woman

Who remembers who we are

I can hear her in the silence

I can feel her underneath

Maybe I’ve been calling Magdalene

Maybe Magdalene is me

She knows where I was broken

She knows everything I lost

She kept every little piece of me

No matter what it cost

I thought she was a stranger

Or a ghost inside a dream

But every time I call her

She sounds a little more like me

She says, You don’t need forgiveness

For becoming something new

You were never really missing

I was always here with you

So I’m calling Magdalene

Calling through the dark

Calling for the woman

Who remembers who we are

I can hear her in the silence

I can feel her underneath

Maybe I’ve been calling Magdalene

Maybe Magdalene is me

Magdalene, Magdalene

Were you waiting all this time?

Magdalene, Magdalene

Were your memories always mine?

I was searching for a savior

But the voice that answered me

Was the woman in the mirror

Saying, You already set us free

Now I’m calling Magdalene

Calling her by name

Calling back the pieces

I was told to hide away

She’s no longer in the shadows

She’s no longer underneath

I was calling for Magdalene

And Magdalene was calling me

You know, there’s something

I’ve been calling Magdalene

I thought that she was someone else—

But she was always me.