We dressed her all in white So that God would pass her over Thinking she already was an angel So let this sickness pass like sorrow Let these blasphemies protect Let our children never know the danger God giveth songs in the night Let us wait upon him for the music But let us not remain songless When affliction is upon us Let us remember how to use it When you dream about our world too long You dream about our world too long Dream someone else's. Bloated and white we rise, and corpses to the surface Shocked, still and senseless by the horror Even if the best among us still must die Please, God, protect my daughter When you dream about our world too long You dream about our world too long Dream someone else's.