Don′t sing a song of perfect sadness

Don't glorify these waking dreams

Don′t give a voice to all that withersDon't satisfy these vacant themes

Sing songs of purpose, ones they feel in earnest

Long after the furnace claims you

You know the motives of the pigeons on the back porch

You know the secrets of the kissing cousins, I'm sure

You are a stream of consciousness

You are the Creed of Solomon

Fabled mother, squeeze your utter

Drown me with indifference, weaken my ambition

Fabled mother, put me under

Cellular invasion, feed me innovation

Tap me into all the great debates before I fall to pieces

Growing ever fond of my denial

Make it count, don′t let this holy water go to waste

I gotta give you something you can taste

Burning down the back of your throat, ignite the flame

Melt away sensations bound to yesterday

Got-got-got-got, you got to feel this rain

It heals like holy water (holy water)

Got-got, you got to feel this rain

It heals like holy water (holy water)

Fabled mother, squeeze your utter

Drown me with indifference, weaken my ambition

Fabled mother, put me under

Cellular invasion, feed me innovation

My heart is wide and I take it in, take it in

Glory divine and I take it in, take it in

My eyes are open with unthinkable compassion

Pray I remember long enough to gain some traction

Make it count, don′t let this holy water go to waste

I gotta give you something you can taste

Burning down the back of your throat, ignite the flame

Melt away sensations bound to yesterday

Got-got-got-got, you got to feel this rain

It heals like holy water (holy water)

Got-got, you got to feel this rain

It heals like holy water (holy water)

My oldest habits creep

Dispersing their disease

Suffocating divination

Can I cling to any sliver of acute serenity before the plunge?

Will you remember? (Will you remember?)

Will you remember me?

Will you remember? (Will you remember?)

Will you remember me?