Revival it was nostalgia the day you picked up this vagabond, and allowed me to hitch a ride like a photograph in your back pocket. we were a revival not yet heard. had our own dance against our own gospel hymns, and we knew all the good moves. made it so righteous not a damn soul could say no. you placed a bullet in my chest. i turned it into a seed and gave you the flowers after they grew. the colors never fade when the days are so right. somewhere there's a revolution happenin' and they're playing our romance because it's the only one that's not cheesy yet. i tossed a molotov into the sun because i couldn't see you under the moon last night; kissed you on your cheek as the light touched your face. the morning was never so alive.