"I want a brave love, one that makes me weak in the knees / I want a crazy, crazy love / One that makes me come undone at the seams / 'Cause I'm tired of all these pilgrims, these puritans, these thieves / Of all these unbelievers / who whittle love down at the knees / Let these swift roads destroy themselves / Let the world fall into its sleep / For we shall be spared / We shall be left standing / To face what's left of concrete and honey"