In a church of my own we're perfect together I recognize you in the stained glass.

I keep going back as if I'm looking for something I have lost. Back to the motherland, sisterland, fatherland. Back to the beacon, the breast, the smell and taste of the breeze, and the singing of the rain.

Unlock your mind, unlock your mind. Throw off the fear, and let us fly.

And when somebody knows you well, well there's no comfort like that. And when somebody needs you, well there's no drug like that.

It's not that I'm broken, and it isn't that I bleed. But when you pulled the stars from the heavens, it got so hard to see.

My mind is full of secrets I'm too afraid to tell. My body's full of longing for you to know me well.

In a church of my own we're perfect together I recognize you in the stained glass.