(ominous choir humming)
[verse]
C Am
"to war," i say, drawing my sword
Em D
and i don't bother asking, "what for?"
C Am
"but under that shining armor and words,"
Em D
they say, "you're still just a whore"

[verse]
C Am
i've always thought that i was deeply rooted
Em D
my mother, my brother as well
C Am
and hearing that condemning bell in the tower
Em D
i guess we're all rooted in hell

[chorus]
C Am
i shout fire! a fire, a fiery flame
Em D
but the heart, the heart stays the same
C G
and alone at the pews, burn is all i can do
Em D
yet it's only a heart that remains

[verse]
C Am
i spent years gazing at the crow on the steeple
Em D
the paintings, the windows stained
C Am
but all those people depicted are just people
Em D
who decides who gets to be a saint?

[chorus]
C Am
i shout fire! a fire, a fiery flame
Em D
but the heart, the heart stays the same
C G
and alone at the pews, burn is all i can do
Em D
yet it's only a heart that remains

[conclusion]
C G
joan of arc stands at the alter,
Em D
looking down with a sword in her fist
C G
watching as i fight for a reason
Em D
that i might deserve a tender kiss
C G
she raises the blade, still singed with smoke
Em D
saying, "maybe you deserve to be alone."
C
with a smooth, fluid motion,
G
i could bleed oceans, hearing,
Em D
"maybe you deserve to be alone."