Troubled Night

I am the words, I am the same
The sacred verse, the walls of flame,
Hold me here, unto the tide,
Drowning in the troubled night

I am the secret wish you keep
Bundled in the ministry
Almost clear, and almost right
"Almost" is so far tonight

If you surfed the peeled back tides
If you found belief tonight
Would you stand up and be free
Or would you follow behind me

I am the curse, I am the sea
The sacred words, the halls of thee,
Hold me here, unto the night,
Breathing in the air of light

I am the secret, you are weak
I am the burning tapestry
Almost there, and almost right
"Almost" is so far tonight