Make amends And live toward an end Oh, the testament to shake Grow towards the sun, offset the ache Darken my door with duller days And hold that pose, postured do break Everything was set in stone The wicked earth matches the moaning of the chorus drone The repetition resonates the bones Of the aching elders Wicked as the world they shelter Away from things unclean Unsightly, we deem obscene Unsightly, best left unseen Make amends And live toward an end Oh, the testament to shake Grow towards the sun, offset the ache Darken my door with duller days And hold that pose, postured do break Why should we hold our tongues? Why do we sing until we're numb? What if we're already the decent people we wanted to become? The things we say we wish would stay All bound in books and put away To dig back up in later lives And curse the way the days fly by No easy answer in the sky No desperate days reduced to lines What if we're already the decent people we wanted to become?