It tastes bitter Like secondhand smoke Like a crowded party Or a poorly timed joke Did I accept forgiveness Or do I carry it around All my bad excuses Weigh me to the ground Stained glass colours Communion of strangers Blood in a glass But it was wine, to me Oh how the apple Broke off from the tree Rolled down the hill and Got lost at sea I recognized you When you walked in the place Because I'm good with faces But terrible with names Stained glass colours Sisters and brothers Drinking wine in the glass But it was blood, to me Light can't break through a hardened heart But it probably could if I let it And all my wounds turned into scars So you know I won't forget 'em Light can't break through a hardened heart But it probably could if I let it And all my wounds turned into scars So you know I won't forget 'em