You know it sounds better in the long run,

where your words and symbols stack up into the night

Hands are broken, folded like a steeple of my own symbol

The song is the same, A simple word transcribed to hold your faith. (Ooh your faith.)

We mass as shadows, light as dust silent to further the days

Hold your frown . . .



I know it sounds better, but there's only so many things I want

So we read between the lines, the song is the same as every sun







Touched every sunrise on your face, that reminds us that spring will kill summer nights to get through

The winter days, swaying with daylight away from harm



All alone, where I, I roam . . .



When you can't sing, you're on your own

When you can't sing, on your own

when you don't have a thing to believe in

you will find, you have something to scream about