I don't know if God is real But then I see him in your eyes I don't think I hear his voice But then I hear your little cry And angels seem like fiction But now I'm not sure Red words seem so simple But now they make it difficult Every prayer goes to you, goes to you Every prayer goes to you, goes to you I don't think my sins are gone But then you are given to me I can't feel the holy ghost But then I feel your breath on my skin Angels are science fiction But now I'm not so sure Old words seem too simple But neither make it all difficult Every prayer goes to you, goes to you Every prayer goes to you, goes to you Every prayer goes to you, goes to you Every prayer goes to you, goes to you