The Quickening

The quickening is an ephemeral thing

That only happens in the dark

Like catching lightning in a jar

And the pain that it brings

Is just the promise of spring

It's madness on the wing

Oh, what does it mean,



To come alive

To come alive

To come alive

(To come alive) To come alive

To come alive

To come alive



The entering is soulful conjecturing

Oh, lost and by the wind-grieved coast

Please come back to me again

Because the way that she bleeds

is in the law that he reads

Confusing words and deeds

So what does it mean,



to come alive

to come alive

to come alive

to come alive

to come alive

to come alive



To pierce the wein of the sacred and profain

Poor science, in the service of a faith

But who will bear the mark of Cain?



to come alive

to come alive

to come alive

to come alive

to come alive

to come alive