Alba del orate

Just because I see lightning rods in your blinding swathe

Just because God washes his love

I'm looking for fractures in time

To give me parallels

To give me other selves when I needed it most

Awakened love can wash it all

Unread notes and floating bottles

I fix the breaks, but blame myself

These numbing tools have lost their touch

But I drove it to the bottom

Yes, I drove it over you

But I drove it to the bottom

Yes, I drove it over you