As our conversation swells and our patience somehow lingers
And accusing fingers shout about insensitivity
Don't we oscillate so well
Within our fundamental boundaries
While fiery foundries melt us down and kill tranquillity
But we believe so well don't we tell ourselves
Don't we take exclusive pride that we abide so far from hell?
We might laugh together but don't we cry alone
For the ashes and the dust we've swept beneath the holy throne.
As our hidden candor dies and our realism falters
And the altars of our hearts close up in insecurity
We believe that all is well we perceive ourselves as unshaken
While standing on the precipice of what will never be
But we believe so well don't we tell ourselves
Don't we take exclusive pride that we abide so far from hell?
We might laugh together but don't we cry alone
For the ashes and the dust we've swept beneath the Holy throne.
