Well-paid Jesus, vicious nails by tired angels of mine
Fresh taste of first light when they do come down
Skin-deep memories of siren lullabiesSealed from us from me from everything you go
Despair you tend to bring to me, to us, to everything with tide comesHoly water, she's breaking those waves
Holy water, she's breathing those waves
The silence keeps her saneTainted sounds from haunted throats
Iron tears on satin sheets
Silver spoon and bread through pain
And the silent others kneels(?)Ether eyes have never seen
Where dirty hands have never beenSealed from us from me from everything you go
Despair you tend to bring to me, to us, to everything with tide comes
Holy water, she's breaking those waves
Holy water, she's breathing those waves
The silence keeps her sane