You know it sounds better in the long run,
  where your words and symbols stack up into the night
  Hands are broken, folded like a steeple of my own symbol
  The song is the same, A simple word transcribed to hold your faith. (Ooh your faith.)
  We mass as shadows, light as dust silent to further the days
  Hold your frown . . .
    I know it sounds better, but there's only so many things I want
  So we read between the lines, the song is the same as every sun
  Touched every sunrise on your face, that reminds us that spring will kill summer nights to get through
  The winter days, swaying with daylight away from harm
    All alone, where I, I roam . . .
    When you can't sing, you're on your own
  When you can't sing, on your own
  when you don't have a thing to believe in
  you will find, you have something to scream about