Even when I was a little girl -- even then  No one could tell me why, no one convinced me,  Through the cathedral,  The high windows spilling crimson light  Cross the deceived ones, no evidence of grace in their eyes  But when I saw the father, shaken, spent like spare change,  On his knees and under the gun  Then I wondered what would become of me  You might have told me that love is not enough  You might have lied and told me that it was,  The gilded cage and the holy three  Don't tell the truth as far as I can see  And in the end you choose someone, something, and  Others fade from view  And the world outside your lives exhausts you  Therein lies the ritual, you harbor no curiosity for the  High windows, the crimson light, or the deceived ones -  Dying randomly  But when I saw the father, shaken, spent like spare change,  On his knees and under the gun  Then I wondered what would become of me  You might have told me that love is not enough  You might have lied and told me that it was,  The gilded cage and the holy three  Don't tell the truth as far as I can see