You know it sounds better in the long run, where your words and symbols stack up into the night Hands are broken, folded like a steeple of my own symbol The song is the same, A simple word transcribed to hold your faith. (Ooh your faith.) We mass as shadows, light as dust silent to further the days Hold your frown . . . I know it sounds better, but there's only so many things I want So we read between the lines, the song is the same as every sun Touched every sunrise on your face, that reminds us that spring will kill summer nights to get through The winter days, swaying with daylight away from harm All alone, where I, I roam . . . When you can't sing, you're on your own When you can't sing, on your own when you don't have a thing to believe in you will find, you have something to scream about