The quickening is an ephemeral thing
That only happens in the dark
Like catching lightning in a jar
And the pain that it brings
Is just the promise of spring

It´s madness on the wing
Oh, what does it mean...

To come alive, to come alive, to come alive?
To come alive, to come alive, to come alive!

The entering is soulful conjecturing
Oh, lost and by the wind-grieved ghost
Please come back to me again
Because the way that she bleeds
Is in the law that he reads
Confusing words and deeds
So what does it mean...

To come alive, to come alive, to come alive?
To come alive, to come alive, to come alive!

To pierce the vein of the sacred and profane

Poor science in the service of a faith
But, who will bear the mark of Cain?

To come alive, to come alive, to come alive!
To come alive, to come alive, to come alive!
To come alive, to come alive, to come alive!
To come alive, to come alive, to come alive!