A storm to wash away our sins
And I'll be first to laugh as the floods drag
All our fathers built back to the mud
But I digress
Love only those who love you back
How else to live but that?

Hallowed be our flaws
Not boring us to death
We'll make do with what we have
Hallowed be our flaws
Not boring us to death
We'll make do

A storm to wash away our sins
And sure, may days like these be few and far between
But if you just listen carefully
The rumbling of five sea bowels as one
Dvorak's symphony
A new world presumes a new geometry

A storm to lull us into sleep
To hush the poor and meek
As they trample on
Desperately