Everyone is Noah, Everyone is the Ark

Everyone is Noah

Everyone is The Ark

Everyone has to build themselves up

When heaven's cruel



And everyone is Noah

Everyone is The Ark

Everyone has to gather the souls around them

To feel useful, and loving, and loved



And everyone is Noah

Everyone is The Ark

Everyone ends up talking to the sky

Or looking the elephant in the eye



Everyone is Noah

Everyone is The Ark

Everyone will turn their hands into the wood

When they really think that they really should

And I'm really sorry for your loss

I can't imagine how that feels

Please build yourself up:

Heaven's cruel

Everyone has found themselves at the end of their rope

Looking up at the boat

Saying, "I don't know



I don't know if I can call this home

I don't know if I can call this home

I don't know if I can call this home

I don't know if I can call this home"