Reverend Girl

We are for today 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