We were born back to back, so in love. Adam and Eve were attached, singing winks and Solomon songs. We were split, two of heart. With a wink everything's falling apart, and we're lost in Lebanon.
CHORUS Sophia, don't be afraid to speak. Oh honey, the earth shall inherit the meek. Panacea for all your black-bile treats. Sophia, don't be afraid to speak.
We wandered far from grace and had a funeral for all that the TV replaced. Give me prime-time apathy. And we settled back at Nod. Able started. But Cain had to finish the job for the god of jealousy.