Brian Hartt - Book of Signs Lyrics

The smoke of the thurible
The echo of a prayer
A psalm at sunday school
The impression of my knees on a pew

I cannot love you like this
I cannot love you like a thief
Like faith

All those saints, tested
Each wish, contested
All wordly wants, deried
All in infinite resign

I am no knight of faith
I am no hero, however tragic
However brave

Christmas lights blinking
After yuletide mass, driving
Where'd that beauty go?
Can I see anything but myself in the fogged over window?

I don't want your pity
I don't want your attention
I'll work through my salvation
In fear and trembling