Building You an Altar

We fell into asleep
Our breath was a sermon
Whispering into the air
I was drunk
Skip James on the lo fi
That high winter moan
Building you an altar
Building you an altar
Flowers as the offer
Candles for the dead
Marigolds and sugar
A cross upon my neck
I kissed it for living
washed the sins of the dead
Building you an altar in my head
I get down and pray
I get down and pray
I get down and pray
I get down and pray
I get down and pray
I get down and pray