We're going to spend years doing this
In a place where we're too small
To read the words that tell us who we are
We blindfold our own eyes
We reach in the dark for one another
So desperate
We shake each other hard enough to kill
And we repeat and repeat and repeat the same question:
Will you see God?
Will you see God?
It's not your fault you feel okay
It's too late in the day
It's not your fault you feel betrayed
You can't come out to play
I never listened to a word that you said
You never said
I never listened to a word
You never said
