all my friends / all descends
in the back rose
to ride the sleep / to ride these streets

unafraid reason to
scrape repair
from our bones
unashamed

no more the lie upon you
no more the things in faith / no more the simple faith

desolation yes
hesitation no
desolation yes
hesitation no
as you might have you guessed
all is never shown
desolation yes
hesitation no

into my prayers
i dream alone
a silent speech
to deaf ears

if you want love
you won't be love / you must be love
but if you sleep love / but if you bleed love
you will die love

no more the lie upon you
catch it stolen out of shame

desolation yes
hesitation no
desolation yes
hesitation no
as you might have shown / as you might have sensed
we won't make it home
desolation yes
hesitation no

and for the rites of spring
come to mean all things
a little tease of what may come
a mere glimpse of what has gone

and for the moment we are sweet / and for the moment we are free
to seek the final retreat
too young to die, too rich to care
too fucked to swear i was there

desolation yes
desitation no
desolation yes
hesitation no
as you might have guessed
we won't make it home
desolation yes
hesitation no