House of God

I couldn't find you in the house of God;
I wrote your name into a ballad,
but all the knights were dead,
and all the dragons long since fled.

I couldn't see you in the race and games;
for you I lit the Olympic flame,
but the torch was just a candle
for the winners, the losers, the scandals.

Bless me in the house of the Lord.
Bless my guitar
if I ever play you a chord.
Bless my intentions;
destroy my inventions.
Bless my swords and my valiant words.

I couldn't love you in the arms of another,
so I plot the murders of your lovers.
But my plans just go astray,
and my vows just find a way
to get lost in the lines of an elegant cliché.

I couldn't find you in the house of God;
I know your name is just a fraud.

~06/2005