Good Friday

Good Friday

Late in the afternoon

And I wonder what time of day

Rumor has it

He dragged his cross through the streets

Eyes rolling up through thorns and blood

Now I hang my head

And I beg for forgiveness

As I pour another glass of red

And you have been gone

For exactly one day short

Of exactly one week on Good Friday

And I can feel it

I can feel it in the air

And I can hold it

Between my fingers

And I can move it

Move it like water

And I can see it

In the late afternoon

On Good Friday

Good Friday

My eyes will roll up searching

And my ears will bleed from listening

For you I'm asking forgiveness

On Good Friday

Good Friday

And I can feel it

I can feel it in the air

And I can hold it

Between my fingers

And I can move it

I can move it like water

I can see it

In the late afternoon

On Good Friday

Good Friday

And I can feel it

I can feel it in the air

And I can hold it

Between my fingers

And I can move it

I can move it like water

I can see it

In the late afternoon

On Good Friday

Good Friday

On Good Friday

Good Friday