Strange Conversations

I'd like to speak with you, if that's alright
Thought I might find you here, where wasted youth lay near
Through all that's insincere, into the quiet
With doves surrounding you, this mottled sky turns blue

And I'm at the altar
And I wake in pools of light
After our strange conversations that I hold into the night

Am I impatient with you? Am I too shy?
Must I confess to you? And scuff my oldest shoes
But even faith won't soothe this ache tonight
So won't you stay with me
Kneel down and pray with me

And I'm at the altar
And I wake in pools of light
After our strange conversations that I hold into the night

I'm on my own, at your feet again, your disciple
I'm on my own, on my knees again, your disciple
I'm on my own, at your feet again, your disciple
I'm on my own, on my knees again, your disciple, I

Won't you reply?
Won't you reply?
Won't you reply?
And I

And you're right, do you really want to save my life? (Oh, and I)
Not quite
So I'm blending into you, blending into you (ooh, and I)
This time, do you really want to take?
Ooh, and I