It's cold again it looks like rain
A procession of humanity, strikingly simian
Saunters by, I can't explain
Why it's troubling to see them so

Better than who we are with mania and yearning for and learning from
Better than holiness and candy aisles of loneliness and sweet revenge

A cigarette, a memory
All connections to the permanent are burning
The pedestal gets in the way
And cannot withstand our honest scrutiny

Better than who we are with mania or standing for or dead against
Better than holiness and candy aisles of loneliness and sweet revenge

Do you feel the chill of December
In the rioting of Spring?
And are we made of something better than clay?
A leap, a fight, a secret rite,
The lonely quest for meaning and the universe is dreaming

Better than who we are with mania and yearning for and learning from
Better than holiness and candy aisles of loneliness and sweet revenge