Gate

My mother kissed my father much

But still, she'd give me one that I could save

I kept its warmth until my lunch, to get me through the day as I needed ooo

And my mother had an angel voice

It rings through every pew still in St. James'

An alto song to fill the void and cure a boy in pain as he listened

Nothing's changed, I'm older but I'm just as lost

'Cause I'm still the altar boy that ran your way

To embrace your gown and pray that you wouldn't leave me

Such love I felt when looked upon