Tekster: Scapegoat. Let Our Violins Be Heard. Miracle.

When a song A song can touch a nation Doesn?t that say something? Isn?t that a miracle? When a mother can womb a child Doesn?t that say something? Isn?t that a miracle? Doesn?t that say something? Do I hear a miracle, chiming in our ears? Please discuss the commune And the loving from a woman Does that not have merit? Can that not be credible? Credible as fathers dying for their sons, Sons dying for their fathers Doesn?t that scream something at all? This love is a ride, We?ve tied ourselves down for the time of our lives Biding our time to die If you missed me you?d write me, Loved me you?d call, Gave a fuck at all, you?d be there Wouldn?t that be something? That would be a miracle As honest as you were with you and I. I can?t wish this away As honest as you were, I can?t wish this away Who are you? Coexistent we are to coexist I need you Who are you? Coexistent we are, coexistent we are If you?re the sun, I?m the moon For without you, I hold no light to keep ground visible in night I?ve come the darkest of moons I?ve come the newest of moons And I?ll wait for you to shine again I?m dying for your shine If you missed me you?d write me, Loved me you?d call, Gave a fuck at all you?d be there, Wouldn?t that be something? That would be a miracle As honest as you were with you and I And I swear this song?s not negative, For these years have only grown into my open gaping love for you, & these words would never lie, As honest as you were with you & I