Naive (Live Acoustic)

Religion is a breeding ground
 Where the devil's work is deeply found
 With teeth as sharp as cathedral spires
 Slowly sinking in
 God knows that I've been naive
 But I think it makes him proud of me
 Now it's so hard to separate
 My disappointments from his name
 The shadows stretch behind the truth
 Where stained-glass offers broken clues
 And fear ties knots and pulls them tight
 It leaves us paralyzed
 But in the end such tired words will rest
 The truth will rewrite the narrow things we've said
 And out of the ashes, love will be realized
 As the marionette strings lower and untie
 God knows that we've been naive
 If a bit nearsighted to say the least
 It's all broken glass at children's feet
 That gets swept aside unexpectedly