Protoevangelion Lyrics

Open on the son of a Good Christian Bible Pastor

Experimenting with the edges of adolescence:

Sad young men

Born again

Meets with his friends at a rest stop near Albuquerque

Learns their names, the subsequently memorizes

All their signs

Grand designs

Looks to the stars to determine whether he should try to

Sit by the girl with the pink psychedelic leggings

It's no good

Burning wood

Closer inspection reveals by the firelight

She's clutching a fistful of broken purple amethyst

In her palm

Like a psalm

Feeling lonely

Feeling like only this moment matters at all

Feeling like Adam in the moments before the fall

Feeling shattered

Feeling scattered in the wind

Feeling holy and light

Friends of the show

Friends of the show

The world smells like sandalwood tonight

Hauling yourself over the wrought-iron temple fence

And dropping a dime in the Fountain of Forgetfulness

Hear the splish

Make your wish

Plucking at plants with the faces of dandelions

Worshipping loudly at nothing in particular

Holy wars

Mine and yours

Drinking pink lemonade out of a mason jar

Driving so recklessly, you look inebriated

Stars at night

Birds in flight

Stealing a traffic cone down by the Nevada border

Leaving it on the doorstep of your english teacher

Stars above

Puppy love

Feeling hapless

Feeling mapless on the road to Damascus with Paul

Feeling like Adam in the moments after the fall

Feeling nameless

Feeling shameless

Feeling ready for a fight

Brothers and Sisters

Brothers and Sisters

The world smells like sandalwood tonight