In this, the year of our Lord   I will die knowing I am not your only son   The faded sounds of windchimes in the distance   Oil platforms burn like candelabras      Does good come from deep within the soul   Or is it just an urge to be   So much finer than we are   How hard   So much finer than we are      Why don't we just say what we really feel   Was it good to wake up in some stranger's arms   Did you like the foul taste of his lips   Did his lover like the taste of yours   Sweet revenge never felt so good      Does good come from deep within the soul   Or is it just an urge to be   So much finer than we are   How hard   So much finer than we are      Scattered driftwood   Sounds of heartbeats   Smell of sulfer fills the salty air   We drown in our own blood   Oh God help me please   What have I done   What have I done      Does good come from deep within the soul   Or is it just an urge to be   So much finer than we are   How hard   So much finer than we are   Everything is so meaningless   (How hard   So much finer than we are)   Yet so meaningful   (So much finer than we are)   Though I was to die alone   (So much finer than we are)   So tonight we are alone