[Intro - punchy drum hit, vocal in mid-thought]
He didn't leave when the apostles wrote the letters
He just changed his clothes
He's been at every wake, every catechism, every Sunday morning sermon
Hiding in plain sight
He's wearing our suit now

[Verse 1 - the funeral home / death talk, rapid fire]
Find him at the funeral
"She's in a better place"
No body mentioned
He's in the homily
Calling the corpse a wrapper
She got out of it
Hum the hymn with me
"I'll fly away, O glory"
No resurrection in the air
Read the bumper sticker
Half-quoting Paul
"Absent from the body" -- the verse keeps going, they leave it there
Catch the eulogy
Calling her body "just a shell"
Plato wrote the script

[Pre-Chorus - tension building, organ ghosting in]
He came in through Hippo
He came in through the Bishop
He came in through Augustine
He's wearing the vestments
But the suit is Greek

[Chorus - drums kick, electrics layer, anthem opens]
Plato in a suit
Plato in a suit
He's smuggling Athens past the cross
Plato in a suit
Plato in a suit
He's wearing the Republic like a robe
You can't see him 'cause he's wearing OUR clothes
But the body underneath is still Greek

[Verse 2 - the body / soul talk, rapid fire]
He's in the sermon
"The flesh is the enemy"
Like Paul didn't say "this body"
He's in the catechism
Soul as the prize, body as a sidecar
The resurrection bone gone missing
Open the kids' Bible
Heaven full of clouds
Not one footstep on the new earth
Hear the "spiritual man" talk
Matter as the lesser
Athens grading our ontology
Listen to the funeral prayer
"Release her spirit"
Like the spirit was caged
And the cage was the problem

[Pre-Chorus]
He's been here since Hippo
He came in through the Bishop
He's wearing the catechism
But the page is Greek

[Chorus]
Plato in a suit
Plato in a suit
He's smuggling Athens past the cross
Plato in a suit
Plato in a suit
He's wearing the Republic like a robe
You can't see him 'cause he's wearing OUR clothes
But the body underneath is still Greek

[Verse 3 - the turn, vocal closer, slightly slowed but still propulsive]
And then I read the gospels with a body in mind
And there was Jesus
Walking, eating, sleeping
Weeping, sweating, bleeding, dying
There was Easter
A real body
Asking the disciples for fish
There was Thomas
A hand in real wounds
There was Paul
Telling me my body would be RAISED
Not abandoned
There was the Author
Who thought my body too
And Plato was suddenly nowhere
Because the gospel was full of flesh

[Bridge - sparse, slow, vocal close, drums dropping, organ holding]
Athens stripped off.
Jerusalem standing in flesh.
The Word became flesh.
The Word stayed flesh.
The grave gave the flesh back.
The flesh ascended.
The flesh is coming back.
Plato hates this story.
That's how you know it's true.

[Final Chorus - rock-radio big, harmony stacks, indictment turning to Easter ground]
Plato in a suit
Plato in a suit
He's been smuggling Athens past the cross for sixteen centuries
Plato in a suit
Take it off
The cross was a body
The grave was a body
The risen was a body
The throne is a body
And the only one wearing a costume here
Is the Greek

[Outro - widening, vocal stacks fading]
Plato in a suit
Plato in a suit
But Jesus had a body
Jesus has a body
Jesus is coming back with a body
Plato in a suit
Take it off