The less chance of leaving this world
Before the thunder shook us
Stained my hands on her antique
Never mind the thunder
And I am whatever
And I am so indifferent
Now my lover smells like
Head upon the window pane
Seems that the more we're achieving
Suffocates my favorite things
With a reverend girl
She could always smell the rain
With a reverend girl
3 a.m. cellophane
A year is dissipating
We are a crusade
Seems that the more we're achieving
The reverend girl
With a reverend girl
The less chance of leaving this world
Another lover wakes me
Now my lover smells like
Now my lover smells like rain
The less chance of leaving this world
With a reverend girl
Another hail cannot disdain
4 a.m.
1 a.m. rummaging
Seems that the more we're achieving
But we are invalid
With a reverend girl
2 a.m.
