'And I still have a prayer, despite all the colors I've seen
And judgment is just like a cup that we share
I'll jump over the wall and I'll wait for you there
Well past the weeds and our vision of things to come (...)
'Cause a rabbit will run, and the wind takes a bird where it blows
We all traded lovers and woke up alone
And we clapped for the king, though our fingers were cold
And I still have a prayer, 'cause I love what I cannot control'