Learn to Pray - Communions

In a city with a fever

The temperature is rising

Lost in endless pleasure

Leaves run wild with sap

In our exotic land

The men are bright and handsome

And the women are a wonder

Balanced on a razor’s edge

And there’s a flood

Flowing through your window

And a god has made us deaf

And now we only hear

His claustrophobic music

As guests inside our own house

Waiting for the recompense given to Job

So if you get born on your knees, then learn to pray

You get born on your knees and learn to pray

Our money has disguised itself as nature

Hope is our illusion

And we’re restless 'til we rest in

Seduced by darling idols of the polite world

With a slice of fortune one night

You’re nomadic in the next life

Spying through a keyhole

At those born in the purple

At a needle in a haystack

At stars in distant orbit

Like jesters on a tightrope

We stride to our disasters

On unedifying highways

We reap the whirlwind

If you get born on your knees, then learn to pray

You get born on your knees and learn to pray

Am I a lonely one-man choir

Confessing to myself?

You know I’ve tried to read between the lines

I’ve tried to understand the signs

A witness to Rome’s decline

If you get born on your knees, then learn to pray

You get born on your knees and learn to pray

Get born on your knees and learn to pray

Born on your knees and learn to pray

Born on your knees and learn to pray

Born on your knees then learn to pray

Born on your knees and learn to pray