Pulling at the threads of all you used to know
Till You don't know who to praise, your dog or Jesus
Lose your religion, go on, cut the rope
From all this that you just couldn't believe in
But try to hang on
Try to hang on
Try to hang on for something real
Try to hang on
Try to hang on
Try to hang on for something real
It's not you, it is her in all her holiness and hurt
She smoked a little too much deity
So wake up from your daydream, come back down to earth
Don't mess it up. Come on, the world is changing
Try to hang on
Try to hang on
Try to hang on for something real
Try to hang on
Try to hang on
Try to hang on for something real
Try to hang on
Try to hang on
Try to hang on for something real
Come and feel the scars now
Carrying your doubt
No ghost or apparition
Perfectly sufficient