We are for the moment
 We are a crusade
 But we are invalid

 1 am rummaging
 Stained my hands on her antique
 2 am

 Reverend Girl

 I am so indifferent
 I am whatever

 3 am cellophane
 Suffocates my favorite things
 4 am

 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 a window pane
 Before the thunder shook us
 She could always smell the rain

 A year is dissipating
 Another hail cannot disdain
 Never mind the thunder
 Now my lover smells like
 Now my lover smells like
 Now my lover smells like rain