There is ashtray at the corner of Highland and North   Discarded remnants   Maybe this is all the filters are for   Took flight from the fingers of jaded drivers   And sailed out their doors   Perhaps I can bag them and sell them back to convenience stores      Just wrap us up in your arms   Let all this world die though we live   We'll synchronize our alarms   So everything is cohesive      There is a creature sneaking a peak at my garbage at night   He pushes over all of the barrels to see what's inside   Perhaps one day I'll catch him in the act and he will be surprised   He'll ask me to retreat back into my house and bid him goodnight      Steeples are raised very high   Little white lines slicing blue air   They symbolize love crucified   Reminds me of all that   He chose to bear      There is a tailor in my town who I sometimes see   I ask him to help me, nothing fits right   What does this mean?   He stretches my arms out, measures my chest, and smiles graciously   Oh, out with the tailor   Is it my garments, or is it just me?      I am the wheat of my Lord   I will be ground by the teeth of beasts   Made into flour or more   Baked into bread for my love to eat