Beverly, I don't know why the Streets of Peterborough sparkle after midnight
I walk down this road to the river
where the current flows

About 48 times and it's gonna be 49 tonight.
You don't have to tell me how your life is doing
And you don't have to smile

if the hallway isn't in the right light
My teacup misses you and the Christmas holidays were a cyclone
And the Titanic child is sinking still tonight

Still sinking -

And I'm waiting for the Resurrection

Waiting for the Resurrection
Waiting for the Resurrection


You and me, we are going to survive this storm
We are going to find the fields of sun
You and me, we are going to reshape these shadows

Kiss into the unbeginning of the unbegun

I don't know what you're learning at university

But I know I'm learning to be lost
And to be alright with it
?Cause the January grass blades have a funny way

Of blooming on their own if you only learn
to go with it


And I'm waiting for the Resurrection
Waiting for the Resurrection
Waiting for the Resurrection


And this rain you know it, it will continue
Like a hundred thousand childhood years ago

Beverly, we're gonna wake up one day and realize
We were never separate snowflakes
There was only just the snow

And if the sun decides to shine
If the sun decides to shine
I'll still hold your hand in mine


Waiting for the Resurrection