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. With a reverend girl And I am so indifferent And I am whatever 3 a.m. cellophane Suffocates my favorite things 4 a.m. With a 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 Never mind the thunder Now my lover smells like Now my lover smells like Now my lover smells like rain With a reverend girl Seems that the more we're achieving The less chance of leaving this world With a reverend girl Seems that the more we're achieving The less chance of leaving this world The reverend girl With a reverend girl