Something is not right
Everything looks the same
but has a strange smell to it
The burning candles emit no light
and the pale curtains
are no longer white

Something is wrong
The rain is embracing
the skin of the poor girl
The machines have stopped dancing
and the leaves are lying
on the sidewalk, green

Absorb yourself in serenity, and begin to sing
an ode to the things undone
and the absence of light below the sun

Surrender to guilt, and from your quaver I percieve
the ode to the things undone
and the absence of light above the sun

Rinse us
Rinse us
Rinse us
Rinse us

Rinse us
Rinse us
Rinse us
Rinse us