You're not a sideways that guts the shutters You're a waning grin that stills You're a telephone that always answers You're an ocean moving pill
But you are not controlled By forced alarm clocks Or an epitaph doctrine
You are wintry shine, you are friendly harbors You're my knight, my next of kin
Wake up you hardened hearts and grow Open your circuit board and let your fuses show The cancer has become the cure The uncertainties will all be known for sure
A burning bush that never dies The blue stars filling up the needing in my eyes And every child will have a home Cuase my mama knows she'll never die alone
It's the millennial identity These wells will never sundry
