We talked up all night and came to no conclusion
We started a fight that ended in silent confusion
And as we sat stuck you could hear the trash truck
Making its way through the neighborhood
Picking up the thrown out different from house to house
We get to decide what we think is no good
We're sculpted from youth, the chipping away makes me weary
And as for the truth it seems like we just pick a theory
The one that justifies our daily lives
And backs us with quiver and arrows
To protect openings 'cause when the warring begins
How quickly the wide open narrows

Chorus:
Into the smallness of our deconstruction of love
We thought it was changing but it never was
It's just the same as it ever was

A family of foxes came to my yard and dug in
I looked in a book to see what this could possibly mean
'Cause there is fate in the breeze and signs in the trees
Possible tragic events
When forces collide with the damage strewn wide
And holes blasted straight through the fence
The sky starts to crash the rain on the roof starts to drumming
And laid out like cash your take on my list of shortcomings
The show starts to close, I know how this goes
The plot a predictable showing
And though it seems grand we're just one speck of sand
And back to the hourglass we're going