It's getting colder in the freezer, your loving touch
Living disorder, your only crime of loving too much
And you've got Christ on your bedroom wall
You've got Christ on your mind
Then we may come across this circumstance
And I will be
Calling me, calling me coincidence, calling me
Your innocent flame
Adjustments to the love of the day, scratched away
Falling from enough wounds to call your own
And when it comes around, always be there said to me
But those words are gone
That's when I came across this circumstance
That made me see
You calling me, calling me coincidence, calling me
Your innocent flame
In the city I found
Creeping into space
A bitter tasting lump in my mouth
And the surprise in your eyes
When you say I have found God
Sticking somewhere out of the mud