You taught me more about hope and redemption
Than any of those saints that I like to mention
And I'm just atoms held together
But you're the sun and the moon and the stars and the weather
My amplifier it crackles and hums
We're making signs, throwing chords 'til the drinks are gone
And you push out the sounds to all of your friends
With their tarot cards and Mercedes Benz
So I lift my head for one more verse
Of pinball machines and sunshine girls
'Cause singing hymns to that doubled cross
Won't get you anything but good and lost
And when we're done it's walks through the blooms outside
You say this is spring in England child
So up your dreaming and drink a little more
The days we've lost to songs are cricket scores
When my head is heavy with a lack of silver witches
And I'm eying up the tragedy and scratching at the stitches
You're my magic lip-sync princess to ice-nine my burning
We've got a secret path; we've got an ever-loving yearning