A Blinding Flash Of Light

Cried out to Jesus in the morning
He appeared in the afternoon
said I know you've got that sinking feeling
that nothing seems to be blooming
and time is always moving
dismantling and ungluing
all those things that you were so sure of about yourself
and everyone else seems so together
so beautifully together
they've got me feeling foolish
bout' talking to Jesus
they say its in freedom that we flourish
and merely chemicals that pleases
and eases down down down to the ocean
the one that conceived us
in that blinding flash of light
on that silent night
on that holy night
well I'm sure theres something to it
theres certainly something to it
but im having a hard time believing that the bravest thing that I could be doin
is to stare into that big black nothing and spit in the eye of a material beginning
roll that boulder-like camu would do
till it all stops expanding
in that blinding flash of light
on that silent night
on that holy night
so we all pull our punches
couch our meaning in abstraction
hold academic interests
that is currently in fashion
we are waiting for concensus
if we are ever to be ever brought to action
but I need a damn good reason if you're suggesting there was anything like reason
in that blinding flash of light
on that silent night
on that holy night