there are gods.

When all is lost, I get on hands and knees

no, wait...that's not quite right

I lay like a corpse with an image clenched in my

oh, but then again...

Light a cigarette and wave it before the statue and then

maybe not always...

Yet, they speak in silence and send warmth in chills

remind me again, that I'm not alone

Don't break promises to gods

they will hold it against you

Don't lie to gods

they will scorn you

But the gods, they will take time to understand you

if you would just amorously give the the time

Like I give my time to you.