I want to turn my exile into a monastery.

Oh, marie was a friend of mine
we would get together and we'd play outside
in the summer of eleven

She was cool with her super soaker
and her navy dad with his stories of his travels
to the island of socatra

Telephone was the game to play
when you pass the word that you heard her say
and it comes out kind of funny

Oh my God, when the year began
and she spent her time with Janice and her friends
and i was with the boys then

My Lord the Jesus was the great regard
and the holy name and the broken shard
My Lord the Jesus was the top of the line
he would speak to me and he'd mark the time
My Lord the Jesus at the holy mass
at the consecration and in Marie's dress

Oh my God when the year began
and i drove to school in my minivan
she was kissing danny butler

In the evening of the easter day
when I spoke to god and i stopped to pray
and marie walked to the bathroom

My Lord the Jesus was the simple plan
and the knotted bread and the thunder-man
My Lord the Jesus and her braided hair
at the resurrection when we climb the stairs
My Lord the Jesus with his basket light
that he'd open up at the greatest height

Oh, marie is a friend of mine
on my facebook page and i see her when i travel
home from time to time

She's the killer of the holy face
when she's rocking out on her electric bass
for the lead guitar to follow

Sometimes I'm surprised to find how close I am to God, and sometimes surprised to find how distant.

Pray for me and my fidelity. Pray to YHWH the God who saves us, and doesn't turn away his sons.