You're not a sideways that guts the shutters
You're a waning grin that stills
You're a telephone that always answers
You're an ocean moving pill

But you are not controlled
By forced alarm clocks
Or an epitaph doctrine

You are wintry shine,
you are friendly harbors
You're my knight, my next of kin

Wake up you hardened hearts and grow
Open your circuit board and let your fuses show
The cancer has become the cure
The uncertainties will all be known for sure

A burning bush that never dies
The blue stars filling up the needing in my eyes
And every child will have a home
Cuase my mama knows she'll never die alone

It's the millennial identity
These wells will never sundry