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