I left your heart of glass in my unmade bed In the right time, you could shine so bright in my doubtful eyes, and I imprint all your ideas on mine I move awkwardly at the speed of light
Maybe it's easier to be afraid Drenched in tragedy, man-made, and my Compass is an antique But if I'm not back soon Don't come looking for me
You can take it pretty far on a prayer that's pale and synthetic Bending my crowbar with tension that's telekinetic A paradox poetic You get choked up Reading the classics Your pride'll take a gluttonous bite A stupid question, I'd rather not ask it
I take a sip of something I can barely taste Dull as dusk, with a skull and crossbones to bring us luck, and I, I know that you can't read my mind I swear I said the same thing a hundred times
Maybe it's harder than it should be Variations on a theme, I could Wear it right on my sleeve When an antagonist emerges Don't blame me
You can take it pretty far on a prayer that's pale and synthetic Bending my crowbar with tension that's telekinetic A paradox poetic You get choked up Reading the classics Your pride'll take a gluttonous bite A stupid question, I'd rather not ask it Stupid question, I'd rather not ask it Stupid question, I'd rather not ask it
Compositor: Kathryn Crutchfield (Waxahatchee) (BMI)Editor: Third Side Music Inc (SOCAN)ECAD verificado obra #46284139 em 30/Set/2024