Three bromides for the poison fountain, yeah

Tip your cup and fill it up 'til all is well again

Three bromides for the poison fountain, yeah

One for the witness, and one for the time, and one to be forgiven

Death is a corruption, displacement of heat

And if we walk around warm and dying is cold

There must be that place

A particular seat and fountain

An axis of all things good

A kind of home and hearth

Cherisher of nature

A native fire, a preservative, sustainer

Dispenser of a forward, forward motion

Following the motion, following the emotion

From which heat and life are dispensed to all parts from a fountain

With a wish for the virtue of all things good

Three bromides for the poison fountain, yeah

Tip your cup and fill it up 'til all is well again

Three bromides for the poison fountain, yeah

One for the witness, and one for the time, and one to be forgiven

If not for this place, you would be an empty theater

But you are a survivor, a lover, outlasting

For all the lonely addictions

The misunderstandings, the grief

To be better abandoned

When we understand again

Learn how to speak again

And love again

The day our minds find rest

Trust is undeniable in this place

A premium, sunny hillside

Because oh, lo, the beauty you are

When the blood moves through your heart