Cried out to Jesus in the morning He appeared in the afternoon Said I know you've got that sinking feeling That nothing seems to be blooming And time is always moving Dismantling and ungluing All those things that you were so sure of about yourself And everyone else seems so together So beautifully together They've got me feeling foolish Bout' talking to Jesus They say its in freedom that we flourish And merely chemicals that pleases And eases down down down to the ocean The one that conceived us In that blinding flash of light On that silent night On that holy night Well I'm sure theres something to it Theres certainly something to it But im having a hard time believing that the bravest thing that I could be doin Is to stare into that big black nothing and spit in the eye of a material beginning Roll that boulder-like camu would do Till it all stops expanding In that blinding flash of light On that silent night On that holy night So we all pull our punches Couch our meaning in abstraction Hold academic interests That is currently in fashion We are waiting for concensus If we are ever to be ever brought to action But I need a damn good reason if you're suggesting there was anything like reason In that blinding flash of light On that silent night On that holy night