I’m not saying that I’m crying 
Just an ocean fell out of my eyes 

My hands are smoky firewalls 
Clasped for prayer 
In the mud I shed my faith in rags 
I’ll leave it there 

I’m not saying that I’m crying 
Just an ocean fell out of my eyes 

Gratitude is sand beneath my tongue 
I’m kelp between God’s toes 
I’m a dead fly on his dusty windowsill 
Burden of meaninglessness 

I’m not saying that I’m crying 
Just an ocean fell out of my eyes 

I’m a splinter in God’s numb palm 
I’m a splinter in God’s numb palm 
I’m a splinter in God’s numb palm