A pastor swept away my wrongs, He put my mind at ease He cannot do that for himself He cannot change what he's seen.
So he and I drove to the creek, And fished out some poor souls The men who'd seen a bit too much And couldn't keep their mouths shut. But I guess it's fair enough.
I'm a fortune they never told, Afraid that I won't come true I've been copying out the charts I found And stole from you How can anyone face a consequence They can't understand?
I had a dream that nobody could fall asleep And it was all my fault, for all my disbelief Some original sin I couldn't take back Said I was sorry, "but maybe it's meant to be."
And you were there, Telling me how ashamed you were And suddenly I felt no more guilt.
A chemist pulled me to his side, Said he loathed what he had done He had worked away his days To give my God a different name.
We built an orchard out of words That had left their meanings And since I felt their shade, I've found that everything is sickeningly simple When you strip it down.
And I think that everybody goes home alone When the daylight dies.
Did you know that we don't make sense When you bring us into the light? How can anyone face a consequence? I just don't know.
So I'll hide away my name Until I finally hear the letters breaking down, Until the consonants and vowels resemble us.