Picture this,
A miracle that lets you sing like a god,
cry like the devil, and sound like an angel
The harvest moon is shining down upon
A field of clouds that will soon be gone
There is no revolution if we're all too frightened
to look each other in the eye
There it is,
A vitamin that lets you live like a god
go on forever and feel like a spectre
The harvest moon is shining down upon
A field of clouds that will soon be gone
I'll be here waiting for my chance
to start something new
There is no revolution if we're all too frightened to die
Now we sleep
Beneath the shade of their wings
Now we wait
All day and stare at the lights
Know your place
That's where we spend a lifetime
All we had
We sold for sunnier days
Oh no