We were told a million jokes
By men who cloaked intent in robes
And they told us how to sing
Like our voice didn't mean a thing
So we ran into the trees
To find a space to bend our knees
Praying for a change of heart
Or at least some company
This is our song in the dead of the night
When nightmares take place behind our eyes
When the slaps and the smelling salts fail to revive
This is our song until we're alive
Our escaping was so sweet
Building ships to sail the seas
Loaded guns and sharpened swords
We threw our conscience overboard
We threw our compa** to the wind
Threw back our heads and laughed again
Ignored the guilt from deep within
The smelling salt of all our sin
So hold me and wait for the night to be over
The morning will break, the Son will bring closure