There's something wrong with the way that There's something wrong with the way that they laugh The way that they laugh There's something haunted in how they There's something haunted in how they look back In how they look back They speak of sacred light for hours Then wrap themselves in gloom They preach the beauty of the flowers Then curse them as they bloom They wear a blindfold to bury They wear a blindfold to bury the past To bury the past I saw their eyes roll until they I saw their eyes roll until they turned black Until they turned black Love falls by the wayside Ashes turn to bones Nightmares walk in daylight Zealots fashion thrones When the sun is gathered Lift your sacred songs Make the darkness scatter Till we tread the dawn They speak of sacred light for hours Then wrap themselves in gloom They preach the beauty of the flowers Then curse them as they bloom Love falls by the wayside Ashes turn to bones Nightmares walk in daylight Zealots fashion thrones When the sun is gathered Lift your sacred songs Make the darkness scatter Till we tread the dawn Stand in golden vesper light Under the western sky, and sing Stand amidst the fireflies As fledgling stars arise, and sing Stand in fields of rye and oak Of pasque and prairie smoke, and sing Stand with grass beneath your feet Now gathering in the street, and sing, oh Stand atop the barricade Unbent and unafraid, and sing, oh Stand in solidarity With all humanity, and sing, oh Stand in the embraces of Your wild and gracious loves, and sing Stand in golden vesper light Under the western sky, and sing