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. Reverend girl And I am so indifferent And I am whatever 3 A.M. cellophane suffocates my favorite things 4 A.M. The 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 Nevermind the thunder Now my lover smells like Now my lover smells like Now my lover smells like rain