Swept away with the tide (Swept away with the tide) Through the holes in my hands (Through the holes in my hands) Crown of thorns at my side (Crown of thorns At my side ye ye yeah) Drawing lines in the sand
Sometimes If you're perfectly still You can hear the virgin weeping For the savior of your will
Sometimes Your castles in the air And the fantasies you're seeking Are the crosses you bear
Swept away with the tide (Swept away with the tide) Through the holes in my hands (Through the holes in my hands yeah) Crown of thorns at my side (Crown of thorns at my side) Drawing lines in the sand
We fabricate our demons Invite them into our homes Have supper with the aliens And fight the war alone We conjure up our skeletons Enlist the den of thieves Frightened from our closets Then sewn upon our sleeves
In the stream of consciousness There is a river crying Living comes much easier Once we admit We're dying
Sometimes In the wreckage of our wake There's a bitterness we harbor And hate for hatred's sake
Sometimes We dig an early grave And crucify our instincts For the hope we couldn't save
Sometimes A view from sinless eyes Centers our perspective And pacifies our cries
Sometimes The anguish we survive And the mysteries we nurture Are the fabrics of our lives
Swept away with the tide (Swept away with tide yeeah) Through the holes in my hands (Through the holes Holes in my hands) Crown of thorns at my side (Crown of thorns at my side yeah) Drawing lines in the sand