After all, this is heaven
But being biblical is so dramatic
We took this hook to soothe the fevers
By hook by crook, become believers

Look at me this fruit's not fell far from the tree
But this fruit feels ripe, and that's all right by me
So we take our chance amongst the heathens
By holding fast, become believers

[Chorus]
Come alive, facilitate me
Wash away and elevate me
Currency is not accepted
While we try, we are defective
[x2]

If I could make only half of this right
Then this lonely day would turn into populous night

And this poverty of clarity
Would not stop me from sleeping this time

[Chorus x2]