We dressed her all in white
So that God would pass her over
Thinking she already was an angel
So let this sickness pass like sorrow
Let these blasphemies protect
Let our children never know the danger
God giveth songs in the night
Let us wait upon him for the music
But let us not remain songless
When affliction is upon us
Let us remember how to use it
When you dream about our world too long
You dream about our world too long
Dream someone else’s.
Bloated and white we rise, and corpses to the surface
Shocked, still and senseless by the horror
Even if the best among us still must die
Please, God, protect my daughter
When you dream about our world too long
You dream about our world too long
Dream someone else’s.
