Holy Water
Don't sing a song of perfect sadness
Don't glorify these waking dreams
Don't give a voice to all that withers
Don't satisfy these vacant themes
Sing songs of purpose, ones they feel in earnest
Long after the furnace claims you
You know the motives of the pigeons on the back porch
You know the secrets of the kissing cousins, I'm sure
You are a stream of consciousness
You are the Creed of Solomon
Fabled mother, squeeze your utter
Drown me with indifference, weaken my ambition
Fabled mother, put me under
Cellular invasion, feed me innovation
Tap me into all the great debates before I fall to pieces
Growing ever fond of my denial
Make it count, don't let this holy water go to waste
I gotta give you something you can taste
Burning down the back of your throat, ignite the flame
Melt away sensations bound to yesterday
Got-got-got-got, you got to feel this rain
It heals like holy water (holy water)
Got-got, you got to feel this rain
It heals like holy water (holy water)
Fabled mother, squeeze your utter
Drown me with indifference, weaken my ambition
Fabled mother, put me under
Cellular invasion, feed me innovation
My heart is wide and I take it in, take it in
Glory divine and I take it in, take it in
My eyes are open with unthinkable compassion
Pray I remember long enough to gain some traction
Make it count, don't let this holy water go to waste
I gotta give you something you can taste
Burning down the back of your throat, ignite the flame
Melt away sensations bound to yesterday
Got-got-got-got, you got to feel this rain
It heals like holy water (holy water)
Got-got, you got to feel this rain
It heals like holy water (holy water)
My oldest habits creep
Dispersing their disease
Suffocating divination
Can I cling to any sliver of acute serenity before the plunge?
Will you remember? (Will you remember?)
Will you remember me?
Will you remember? (Will you remember?)
Will you remember me?
Don't glorify these waking dreams
Don't give a voice to all that withers
Don't satisfy these vacant themes
Sing songs of purpose, ones they feel in earnest
Long after the furnace claims you
You know the motives of the pigeons on the back porch
You know the secrets of the kissing cousins, I'm sure
You are a stream of consciousness
You are the Creed of Solomon
Fabled mother, squeeze your utter
Drown me with indifference, weaken my ambition
Fabled mother, put me under
Cellular invasion, feed me innovation
Tap me into all the great debates before I fall to pieces
Growing ever fond of my denial
Make it count, don't let this holy water go to waste
I gotta give you something you can taste
Burning down the back of your throat, ignite the flame
Melt away sensations bound to yesterday
Got-got-got-got, you got to feel this rain
It heals like holy water (holy water)
Got-got, you got to feel this rain
It heals like holy water (holy water)
Fabled mother, squeeze your utter
Drown me with indifference, weaken my ambition
Fabled mother, put me under
Cellular invasion, feed me innovation
My heart is wide and I take it in, take it in
Glory divine and I take it in, take it in
My eyes are open with unthinkable compassion
Pray I remember long enough to gain some traction
Make it count, don't let this holy water go to waste
I gotta give you something you can taste
Burning down the back of your throat, ignite the flame
Melt away sensations bound to yesterday
Got-got-got-got, you got to feel this rain
It heals like holy water (holy water)
Got-got, you got to feel this rain
It heals like holy water (holy water)
My oldest habits creep
Dispersing their disease
Suffocating divination
Can I cling to any sliver of acute serenity before the plunge?
Will you remember? (Will you remember?)
Will you remember me?
Will you remember? (Will you remember?)
Will you remember me?
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Writer(s): Tilian Pearson
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