Reverend Girl

we are for today we are for the moment we are a crusade but we are invalid 1 am rummaging stained my hands on her antique 2 am reverend girl i am so indifferent i am whatever 3 am cellophane suffocates my favorite things 4 am the reverend girl seems that the more we're achieving, the less chance of leaving this world with a reverend girl another lover wakes me head upon a window pane before the thunder shook us she could always smell the rain a year is dissipating another hail cannot disdain never mind the thunder now my lover smells like now my lover smells like now my lover smells like rain