She asks me who needs a savior?
Turn around, Are you bigger than my doubt?
Turn around, Are you truth or hand me down?
Is he an idiot child or permanently naive?
Hey where did we go?
and found herself a mate.
and she counted herself safe.
until it felt just like a prayer.
With a silver spoon that turns out to be tin.
Your dreams won't be stolen.
You know that there’s a joke but what’s it mean?
To spit in public places even if I won’t get caught.
Maybe you’re right, It’s more than just one song.
That 60’s reverb sadness has been with us all along.
The shaking makes you violent, your teeth begin to grind.
It’s more than Prozac anger when the fever finally broke.
About the girls in France and how the boys don’t even care.
to believe in some kingdom come.