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