The Gethsemane head and the bathwater baby
are aching for life quite apart from the flow
do you distance yourself from the courage of crowds to get through the day

so who am I
to be so sire that
we are the lost souls
we have been suffering

could you float a candle on the fallen tears
before welcoming the waves
down the corridors
could you see to it that the given up dreamers
are talked of well

so who am I to be so sure to
be so sure that we are the lost souls
we have been suffering

one thousand couples in a seizure of delight at the failing energy energy for like dreamers and losers never die loners and seekers never die
they just drag those bodies along to remind themselves they don't belong