After all
This is heaven
But being biblical
Is so dramatic
We took this hook
To sooth the fevers
By hook by crook
Become believers

Look at me
This fruit's not fell
Far from the tree
But this fruit feels ripe
And that's all right by me
So we take our chance
Amongst the heathens
By holding fast become believers

Come alive
Facilitate me
Wash away
And elevate me
Currency is not accepted
While we try
We are defective

If I could make
Only half of this right
Then this lonely day
Would turn into populous night
And this poverty of clarity
Would not stop me
From sleeping this time

Come alive
Facilitate me
Wash away
And elevate me
Currency is not accepted
While we try
We are defective