Sleeveless Hearts

Your sleeveless heart
Lights its fire every night
Kindling conviction with some lines
From books you've barely put a crease in
Out in the dark
We down the last of your father's gin
I say "you nihilist, you'll know no consequence
Of needing nothing to believe in"

And you're born again
You got a soul to sell
You're so certain when it
Comes from someone else
Yeah, and you defend
Every single part
Scream until you mean it
From your sleeveless heart

I sleep till noon
And wake with smoke still in my skin
The embers cool
The revelations left me cold again
We're so desperate to believe
In ourselves or anything—anything at all
But now they just sound hollow like an empty cathedral hall
The echoes of our voices screaming

And we're born again
Got no souls to sell
When the sermons end
And we're orphaned to ourselves
Nothing to defend
Nothing to impart
Nothing but the heat
Of our sleeveless hearts (hearts)

Ahh, ahh