St. Thomas *

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Down in a waterfront tavern, everything going his way
The beer he was tasting, the girl he was chasing
It all seemed to fit into place
Life was a dream and love was a scheme

Down in an empty cathedral, a memory stirs in his breast
A boy who was safe in the things he had faith in
They’re gone now, along with the rest
Virtue and sin; Smoke in the wind

And, oh, Saint Thomas, you’re eyes are turning red
Your fitful desires won’t let you retire to bed
Saint Thomas, why do you delay
The love you are seeking you have in your keeping today

Surrounding himself in the silence, the mystery holds him in awe
Chipping at life like a sculptor on granite
His trophies to mount on the wall
Finally alone, stripped to the bone

And, oh, Saint Thomas, you’re eyes are turning red
Your fitful desires won’t let you retire to bed
Saint Thomas, why do you delay
The love you are seeking you have in your keeping today