Текст: Verve Pipe. Reverend Girl.

We are for today
We are for the moment
We are a crusade
But we are invalid

1 a.m. rummaging
Stained my hands on her antique
2 a.m.
With a reverend girl

And I am so indifferent
And I am whatever
3 a.m. cellophane
Suffocates my favorite things
4 a.m.

With a reverend girl
Seems that the more we're achieving
The less chance of leaving this world
With a reverend girl

Another lover wakes me
Head upon the window pane
Before the thunder shook us
She could always smell the rain

A year is dissipating
Another hail cannot disdain
Never mind the thunder
Now my lover smells like
Now my lover smells like
Now my lover smells like rain

With a reverend girl
Seems that the more we're achieving
The less chance of leaving this world
With a reverend girl

Seems that the more we're achieving
The less chance of leaving this world
The reverend girl
With a reverend girl