Sometimes, for a moment of bliss
  And the passion, we're craving
  There's a message we miss
  Sometimes when, the spirits left alone
  We must believe in something
  To find if we've grown
  
  Tragic reflex, shattered calm
  Static progress, senses gone
  Numb awareness, final psalm
  
  Swept away with the tide
  (Swept away with the tide)
  Through the holes in my hands
  (Through the holes in my hands)
  Crown of thorns at my side
  (Crown of thorns at my side, yeah, yeah, yeah)
  Drawing lines in the sand
  
  Sometimes, if you're perfectly still
  You can hear the virgin weeping
  For the savior of your will
  Sometimes, your castles in the air
  And the fantasies you're seeking
  Are the crosses you bear
  
  Sacred conflict, blessed prize
  Weeping crosses, stainless eyes
  Desperate addict, faith disguised
  
  Swept away with the tide
  (Swept away with the tide)
  Through the holes in my hands
  (Through the holes in my hands, yeah)
  Crown of thorns at my side
  (Crown of thorns at my side)
  Drawing lines in the sand
  
  We fabricate our demons
  Invite them into our homes
  Have supper with the aliens
  And fight the war alone
  We conjure up our skeletons
  Enlist the den of thieves
  Frightened from our closets
  Then sewn upon our sleeves
  
  In the stream of consciousness
  There is a river crying
  Living comes much easier
  Once we admit
  We're dying
  
  Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wake
  There's a bitterness we harbor
  And hate for hatred's sake
  Sometimes we dig an early grave
  And crucify our instincts
  For the hope we couldn't save
  
  Sometimes a view from sinless eyes
  Centers our perspective
  And pacifies our cries
  Sometimes the anguish we survive
  And the mysteries we nurture
  Are the fabrics of our lives
  
  Swept away with the tide
  (Swept away with the tide, yeah)
  Through the holes in my hands
  (Through the holes, holes in my hands)
  Crown of thorns at my side
  (Crown of thorns in my side)
  Drawing lines in the sand