paper cross, prayer bells

I brought this book back home
It fell apart as I hadn't hoped
Turning these pages, I feel more alone
I want to believe, but I just don't

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

A man is waiting to be called
By either God or no one at all
The paper cross above his bed
Peels and threatens to fall again

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Nobody ever really wants to know
The other side to the things they're told
I'm sorry God, but truth is hard to swallow
I want to, but I just can't follow

I guess there isn't a way to know
If you're there
What if you aren't, though
It shouldn't matter what I perceive
But you see, we've created categories

When you see the way we walk for you
Do we do it the way you'd want us to
Was it you or I who made the rules
Am I bad if I question who

Nobody ever seems to want to know
And fear questioning the things they're told
And we're fighting cause we can't agree
On which of you to direct our beliefs

But if you're really there, then help us see
We're all still human despite ideology

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm