Rooted lyrics

I talk to the empty air I guess it's some kind of empty prayer To no one who's never there It doesn't matter if they exist I'm aesthetically atheist It only matters I pray for this You took the prodigal from my heart And gave me a safe place to fall apart You know all about me now I was a typical crash and burn Spent a life that I'd never earned It wasn't ever enough somehow I'm rooted in this place I'm watching your silent face I'm sensing my saving grace Is rooted deep inside of you Had so many trials of style Exponentially growing wilder Til I was right on the edge of it And it was all down to me I guess I must be some kind of holy mess I only wanted you to exist My conscience is still intact I just thought that I would mention that It doesn't matter it's just a fact Aesthetically atheist Cos I'm not sure that I would pass the test I only wanna be sure of this I'm rooted in this place I'm watching your silent face I'm sensing my saving grace Is rooted deep inside of you The measure of consequence Is how far down you go before you have the sense To pray for deliverance I prayed for it more or less A lot of empty words I guess I only wanted you to exist I'm rooted in this place I'm watching your silent face I'm sensing my saving grace Is rooted deep inside of you