An Acid and Bitter Taste

All of us here where we will never return I stay in this moment, I can't get out But I will never return again My mother and her sister sit at the table Trading stories I'll never know I'm on the ceiling, watching the spiders build homes in the cracks of their cups There's a light down the street There's a faith we don't speak This house is a church in the middle of the night When I worship the quiet, so soft and serene I could just slip away