It's cold again
It looks like rain
A procession of humanity
Strikingly simian
Saunters by
I can't explain
Why it's troubling to see them so

Oh, better than
Who we are
With mania
And yearning for
And learning from
Oh, better than
Holiness
And candy aisles
Of loneliness
And sweet revenge

A cigarette
A memory
All connections to the permanent
Are burning
The pedestal
Gets in the way
And cannot withstand our honest scrutiny
Oh, better than
Who we are
With mania
Or standing for
Or dead against
Oh, better than
Holiness
And candy aisles
Of loneliness
And sweet revenge

Do you feel the chill of December
In the rioting of spring?
And are we made of something better than clay?
A leap, a fight, a secret rite
The lonely quest for meaning and the universe is dreaming

Oh, better than
Who we are
With mania
And yearning for
And learning from
Oh, better than
Holiness
And candy aisles
Of loneliness
And sweet revenge