We are for today
We are for the moment
We are a crusade
But we are invalid
1 A.M. rummaging
Stained my hands on her antique
2 A.M.
Reverend girl
And I am so indifferent
And I am whatever
3 A.M. cellophane
suffocates my favorite things
4 A.M.
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 the window pane
Before the thunder shook us
She could always smell the rain
A year is dissipating
Another hail cannot disdain
Nevermind the thunder
Now my lover smells like
Now my lover smells like
Now my lover smells like rain