Passion Pit

It’s gotten cold in here
But asylum warmth draws near
And with a gentle touch of these burdens
And such fears are wiped clear
Who says you ought to stay?
How’s this the easier way?
It’s far from giving up
Cowards never say enough is enough
And then I’m lifted up
Out of the cribs and towel
The bath begins to drain
And from the floor he prays away
All my pain
Who says that God exists?