We are for today
we are for the moment

We are a crusade
but we are invalid

1 am rummaging
stained my hands on her antique
2 am

Reverend girl

I am so indifferent
I am whatever

3 am cellophane
suffocates my favorite things
4 am

The reverend girl
seems that the more we're achieving, the less chance of leaving this world
with a reverend girl

Another lover wakes me
head upon a window pane
before the thunder shook us
she could always smell the rain

A year is dissipating
another hail cannot disdain
never mind the thunder
now my lover smells like
now my lover smells like
now my lover smells like rain