The Saints - Good Friday lyrics

Good Friday late in the afternoon and I wonder what time of day rumour has it he dragged his cross through the street eyes rolling up through thorns and blood now I raise my head and I beg for forgiveness as I pour another gla** of red and you have been gone exactly one day short of exactly one week on Good Friday and I can feel it, I can feel it in the air I can move it between my fingers I can wave it wave it like water and I can see it in the late afternoon, on Good Friday. And my eyes look up searching and my ears will bleed from listening from you I'm asking forgiveness on Good Friday.