- All My Armor
Of all the things we’ve said and done,
I didn’t think that this would be one.
The clinging vines along the house:
I pulled them right up from the ground.
No harm in keeping them around
Except that they will slowly starve me out.
- And Then They Grow
I won’t question anything that comes my way.
Head in water, feel the waves within my brain.
It rushes in, and I don’t feel the same
As you can say you do, as only you can say
As I know only you...
...won’t question anything that comes your way.
See how cold everything goes when you’re away?
- Ceremonial
Wake me when I should say what I’m supposed to
Wake me when the night comes and we’re close to
The part of this that’s ceremonial, ceremonial.
The fire is lit and ripe for stoking:
Take me in your arms, we’re fast approaching
The part of this that’s ceremonial, ceremonial.
- Harvest
Comet: let it fly
Across the border of your ardor.
How can we design
The order of the harvest, when we’re starving?
Ooh, when’s it enough
To decide: follow your love?
- Low Blind
I’m not about to lose this time
‘Cause I’m not playing this game.
To set a bet down on the line,
The risk would have to match the itch.
The sacrifice is always nice
When the gold shines.
But when there’s nothing that you prize,
- Normandy
Who haunts me?
Who sees?
Normandy. Normandy.
In the fields and in the towers,
In the faces I once knew.
In the days and in the hours,
In the mornings all too few.
- Octave
I thought you’d be the ocean
When I’m a satellite in space
Capturing the motion
Of every thought that would cross your face.
I thought you were my octave,
Cover me when I was high.
And when the floorboards caved in
- The Operator
Call me if you can, tell me I’m the operator
Call me if you can, tell me I’m the operator
Lit flares in my hands and I’m set to explode
I’m a minefield you marvel at, but don’t get too close
You can run without a purpose
But I am still too young,
I am an animal circling itself.