As our conversation swells and our patience somehow lingers And accusing fingers shout about insensitivity Don't we oscillate so well Within our fundamental boundaries While fiery foundries melt us down and k** tranquillity But we believe so well don't we tell ourselves Don't we take exclusive pride that we abide so far from hell? We might laugh together but don't we cry alone For the ashes and the dust we've swept beneath the holy throne. As our hidden candor dies and our realism falters And the altars of our hearts close up in insecurity We believe that all is well we perceive ourselves as unshaken While standing on the precipice of what will never be But we believe so well don't we tell ourselves Don't we take exclusive pride that we abide so far from hell? We might laugh together but don't we cry alone For the ashes and the dust we've swept beneath the Holy throne.