seriously
i need to take life less seriously
i need to take life more
i need more of everything
i want to whore myself, no give myself
to everything
standing on a hill between two white candles
offering up in sandals a dish of salt
adoring the lambent moon could
be the cure to you
and its a little you who i have made
i'm afraid i can't blame religion
for a hundred hymns that sound the same
the lame, the blind, the sad in lined up
in rows and rows of pews
all i know is that i don't wish to
be a part of it
all i know is i don't want to pretend it
makes sense
all i know is after all this time
i'd better trade sense or sense
hearing for all that has touched me
all i know is i'm so hung up on being good
that i can't make my own salvation