Coltrane Coltrane, Or A Love Supreme

I've been lying to myself but my talent is God gifted
This is that truth
That lived in
I remember back when I was calling in prescriptions
I would take two then two more just to stop the withdrawal
And with all of that
Slowly came all of this
A vision of slit wrists
The tub where a vein split
But that day never came
And I can't truly say
Whether or not there is redemption
But I woke up to the light through the pane
An answered prayer
Glory to God
Whatever name
You can call it what you may
But it's at her feet I lay
As I place down this humble offering
A lyric and a song to sing
But it's not really me
More of a channeling
A love supreme
Coltrane, Coltrane
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?

You don't want to let me catch my tempo
I could keep it
I could keep it simple