In a prearranged marriage The youth pastor from my parish Pledged to marry the 10th grade girl from down the street Strange way to start a song Even stranger to belong To that same youth group when I was just fifteen To this day I still don't understand All the things that masquerade as God But talk like businessmen 'Cause tonight I swim in oceans untamed She's mine and I am hers And we both float the same And somewhere in the darkness I hear you call my name Saying: Meet me in the darkness Meet me in the darkness Missionary positions Of the Spanish Inquisition And apologetics that rarely apologize Crucifix collisions Paradoxical traditions And theodicy that keeps me up at night When the tide is full and I can't sleep I hear the deep is calling out the deepest parts of me My glass house ammunition casts The first stones of ambition past The stained glass of the mission Between Christendom and Christian But at night I know the Sun is still there Even in the dark when I'm undone with despair Where I sing these broken songs Like a candle, like a prayer Meet me in the darkness Come meet me in the darkness Meet me in the darkness You meet me in the darkness