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
