Glass Cathedral

You built a church inside my doubt

Stained glass made of every failed attempt

Floorboards from the promises

I said and never meant

Quiet in the rafters

Dust in every prayer

You lit a single candle

And left me there

I feel it rise

This glass cathedral in my chest

From every ruin

Every mess

It pulls me higher

Higher

I never knew

A trembling heart could be a throne

You turn my fault lines into stone

In this glass cathedral

I’m finally shown

You traced a map on fractured skin

Every scar a street that leads to you

Shaking hands

A trembling hymn

I mouthed the words but never followed through

You didn’t ask for purity

Only everything I hide

You knelt beside the wreckage

And called it “alive” (oh)

I feel it rise

This glass cathedral in my chest

From every ruin

Every mess

It pulls me higher

Higher

I never knew

A trembling heart could be a throne

You turn my fault lines into stone

In this glass cathedral

I’m finally shown

If I collapse

Will you stay inside the echo?

If I confess

Every jagged little echo? (yeah)

You place your hand

On the shaking of my ribs

Say

“What you cannot carry

I will lift

I will lift”

I feel it rise

This glass cathedral in my chest

From every ruin

Every mess

It pulls me higher

Higher (higher)

I never knew

A trembling heart could be a throne

You turn my fault lines into stone

In this glass cathedral

You make me known