After All

After all

This is heaven

But being biblical

Is so dramatic

We took this hook

To sooth the fevers

By hook by crook

Become believers

Look at me

This fruit's not fell

Far from the tree

But this fruit feels ripe

And that's all right by me

So we take our chance

Amongst the heathens

By holding fast become believers

Come alive

Facilitate me

Wash away

And elevate me

Currency is not accepted

While we try

We are defective

If I could make

Only half of this right

Then this lonely day

Would turn into populous night

And this poverty of clarity

Would not stop me

From sleeping this time

Come alive

Facilitate me

Wash away

And elevate me

Currency is not accepted

While we try

We are defective