Sometimes
For a moment of bliss
In the passion
We're craving
There's a message we miss
Sometimes when
The spirit's left alone
We must believe in something
To find if we've grown
Tragic reflex
Shattered calm
Static progress
Senses gone
Numb awareness
Final psalm
Swept away with the tide
(Swept away with the tide)
Through the holes in my hands
(Through the holes in my hands)
Crown of thorns at my side
(Crown of thorns
At my side ye ye yeah)
Drawing lines in the sand
Sometimes
If you're perfectly still
You can hear the virgin weeping
For the savior of your will
Sometimes
Your castles in the air
And the fantasies you're seeking
Are the crosses you bear
Sacred conflict
Blessed prize
Weeping crosses
Stainless eyes
Desperate addict
Faith disguised
Swept away with the tide
(Swept away with the tide)
Through the holes in my hands
(Through the holes in my hands yeah)
Crown of thorns at my side
(Crown of thorns at my side)
Drawing lines in the sand
We fabricate our demons
Invite them into our homes
Have supper with the aliens
And fight the war alone
We conjure up our skeletons
Enlist the den of thieves
Frightened from our closets
Then sewn upon our sleeves
In the stream of consciousness
There is a river crying
Living comes much easier
Once we admit
We're dying
Sometimes
In the wreckage of our wake
There's a bitterness we harbor
And hate for hatred's sake
Sometimes
We dig an early grave
And crucify our instincts
For the hope we couldn't save
Sometimes
A view from sinless eyes
Centers our perspective
And pacifies our cries
Sometimes
The anguish we survive
And the mysteries we nurture
Are the fabrics of our lives
Swept away with the tide
(Swept away with tide yeeah)
Through the holes in my hands
(Through the holes
Holes in my hands)
Crown of thorns at my side
(Crown of thorns at my side yeah)
Drawing lines in the sand
For a moment of bliss
In the passion
We're craving
There's a message we miss
Sometimes when
The spirit's left alone
We must believe in something
To find if we've grown
Tragic reflex
Shattered calm
Static progress
Senses gone
Numb awareness
Final psalm
Swept away with the tide
(Swept away with the tide)
Through the holes in my hands
(Through the holes in my hands)
Crown of thorns at my side
(Crown of thorns
At my side ye ye yeah)
Drawing lines in the sand
Sometimes
If you're perfectly still
You can hear the virgin weeping
For the savior of your will
Sometimes
Your castles in the air
And the fantasies you're seeking
Are the crosses you bear
Sacred conflict
Blessed prize
Weeping crosses
Stainless eyes
Desperate addict
Faith disguised
Swept away with the tide
(Swept away with the tide)
Through the holes in my hands
(Through the holes in my hands yeah)
Crown of thorns at my side
(Crown of thorns at my side)
Drawing lines in the sand
We fabricate our demons
Invite them into our homes
Have supper with the aliens
And fight the war alone
We conjure up our skeletons
Enlist the den of thieves
Frightened from our closets
Then sewn upon our sleeves
In the stream of consciousness
There is a river crying
Living comes much easier
Once we admit
We're dying
Sometimes
In the wreckage of our wake
There's a bitterness we harbor
And hate for hatred's sake
Sometimes
We dig an early grave
And crucify our instincts
For the hope we couldn't save
Sometimes
A view from sinless eyes
Centers our perspective
And pacifies our cries
Sometimes
The anguish we survive
And the mysteries we nurture
Are the fabrics of our lives
Swept away with the tide
(Swept away with tide yeeah)
Through the holes in my hands
(Through the holes
Holes in my hands)
Crown of thorns at my side
(Crown of thorns at my side yeah)
Drawing lines in the sand