our savior s fallen ill and he won t get up we ve cast away our stones why won t he get up so unawake with you you let me drive your car you let me break your heart and still not want to give up so now the only time i get to see you smile is in the darkest rooms with the brownest tiles and to hear you laugh is a sweet refrain so sick with joy i m the perfect boy our savior s fallen ill but here s a souvenir another saint to pierce against your bedroom wall it says you can t give up and that you won t wake up until you close your eyes and lay down