And the passion  we're craving
 There's a message we miss
 Sometimes when  the spirits left alone
 We must believe in something
 To find if we've grown

 Tragic reflex  shattered calm
 Static progress  senses gone
 Numb awareness  final psalm

 (Chorus)
 Swept away with the tide
   (Swept away with the tide)
 Through the holes in my hands
   (Through the holes in my hands)
 Crown of thorns at my side
   (Crown of thorns at my side, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Drawing lines in the sand

 Sometimes, if you're perfectly still
 You can hear the virgin weeping
 For the savior of your will
 Sometimes, your castles in the air
 And the fantasies you're seeking
 Are the crosses you bear

 Sacred conflict, blessed prize
 Weeping crosses, stainless eyes
 Desperate addict, faith disguised

 (Chorus)
 Swept away with the tide
   (Swept away with the tide)
 Through the holes in my hands
   (Through the holes in my hands, yeah)
 Crown of thorns at my side
   (Crown of thorns at my side)
 Drawing lines in the sand

 We fabricate our demons
 Invite them into our homes
 Have supper with the aliens
 And fight the war alone
 We conjure up our skeletons
 Enlist the den of thieves
 Frightened from our closets
 Then sewn upon our sleeves

 In the stream of consciousness
 There is a river crying
 Living comes much easier
 Once we admit
 We're dying

 Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wake
 There's a bitterness we harbor
 And hate for hatred's sake
 Sometimes we dig an early grave
 And crucify our instincts
 For the hope we couldn't save

 Sometimes a view from sinless eyes
 Centers our perspective
 And pacifies our cries
 Sometimes the anguish we survive
 And the mysteries we nurture
 Are the fabrics of our lives

 (Chorus)
 Swept away with the tide
   (Swept away with the tide, yeah)
 Through the holes in my hands
   (Through the holes, holes in my hands)
 Crown of thorns at my side
   (Crown of thorns in my side)
 Drawing lines in the sand