The Perseids will peak at the top of the week
and that’s when we might light our love
but the moment you think that you’ve heard the gods speak
lightning will rain from above
The forces of habit, the faces of hate
the princes of darkness will all arrive late
too late as by then we will have fled
to the comfort that rises without being wed
Here in the hands of the would-bes and should-bes
you’ve turned out to be what you are
not there to fill an empty battlefield
but to flicker and burn like a star
Heal the hopeless
Heal the hopeless
All others, get in behind
Heal the hopeless
Heal the hopeless
The killers and hopeful both know
just what they will find
just what they will find
What they will find:
themselves.