We were born back to back, so in love.
Adam and Eve were attached,
singing winks and Solomon songs.
We were split, two of heart.
With a wink everything's falling apart,
and we're lost in Lebanon.
Sophia, don't be afraid to speak.
Oh honey, the earth shall inherit the meek.
Panacea for all your black-bile treats.
Sophia, don't be afraid to speak.
We wandered far from grace and had a funeral
for all that the TV replaced.
Give me prime-time apathy.
And we settled back at Nod.
Able started.
But Cain had to finish the job
for the god of jealousy.
Sophia, don't be afraid to speak.
Oh honey, the earth shall inherit the meek.
Panacea for all your black-bile treats.
Sophia, don't be afraid to speak.
