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 am 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 am 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-
Oh, won't you fly?
Oh, won't you fly?
Won't you fly?
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-)
And this time, do you really want to take? (Ooh, and I-)