Can I start by saying I’m not sure there’s a God
And this is no confession so please don’t start
It’s just in case you’re wondering why
I come round here a lot
Some prefer illusion, prefer it to the pain
And some ignore the exit sign, they’d rather play the game
But when it all comes down to it
It gets you just the same
She’s beat, dead on her feet
And she sings in a midnight gospel choir
Soul bared, she just stares at the stars
So tell me it’s all right if I get close to you
And tell me it’s all right if I knock on your door
But shadows are coming out
And I think I want more
She’s beat, dead on her feet
And she sings in a midnight gospel choir
Soul bared, she just stares at the stars
What do I have to do to make you see
What do I have to do to make you breathe
What do I have to do to make you believe
Can I end by saying I’m not sure there’s a God
And this was no confession, so please don’t start
And just in case you’re wondering
I come round here a lot
When I’m beat, dead on my feet
I go down to the midnight gospel choir
If she’s not there, I just stare at the stars
At the stars