Sometimes 
 For a moment of bliss 
 In the passion 
 We're craving 
 There's a message we miss 

 Sometimes when 
 The spirit's left alone 
 We must believe in something 
 To find if we've grown 

 Tragic reflex 
 Shattered calm 
 Static progress 
 Senses gone 
 Numb awareness 
 Final psalm 

 Swept away with the tide 
 (Swept away with the tide) 
 Through the holes in my hands 
 (Through the holes in my hands) 
 Crown of thorns at my side 
 (Crown of thorns 
 At my side ye ye yeah) 
 Drawing lines in the sand 

 Sometimes 
 If you're perfectly still 
 You can hear the virgin weeping 
 For the savior of your will 

 Sometimes 
 Your castles in the air 
 And the fantasies you're seeking 
 Are the crosses you bear 

 Sacred conflict 
 Blessed prize 
 Weeping crosses 
 Stainless eyes 
 Desperate addict 
 Faith disguised 

 Swept away with the tide 
 (Swept away with the tide) 
 Through the holes in my hands 
 (Through the holes in my hands yeah) 
 Crown of thorns at my side 
 (Crown of thorns at my side) 
 Drawing lines in the sand 

 We fabricate our demons 
 Invite them into our homes 
 Have supper with the aliens 
 And fight the war alone 
 We conjure up our skeletons 
 Enlist the den of thieves 
 Frightened from our closets 
 Then sewn upon our sleeves 

 In the stream of consciousness 
 There is a river crying 
 [bad word] much easier 
 Once we admit 
 We're dying 

 Sometimes 
 In the wreckage of our wake 
 There's a bitterness we harbor 
 And hate for hatred's sake 

 Sometimes 
 We dig an early grave 
 And [bad word] our instincts 
 For the hope we couldn't save 

 Sometimes 
 view from sinless eyes 
 Centers our perspective 
 And pacifies our cries 

 Sometimes 
 The anguish we survive 
 And the mysteries we nurture 
 Are the fabrics of our lives 

 Swept away with the tide 
 (Swept away with tide yeeah) 
 Through the holes in my hands 
 (Through the holes 
 Holes in my hands) 
 Crown of thorns at my side 
 (Crown of thorns at my side yeah) 
 Drawing lines in the sand