Again and again we pretend that the end is unknown
Until we forget that the entire point of being whole
Is to resurface from the depths of a volcano as a Phoenix
And make this living hell a magical place to make our nests in

Effortless blessings
Conspicuous in their fame
Have we lost our place
Or is it a waste of proud indifference
For its likely that we'll never be the same again
So I maintain my state of reasonable ignorance
Despite your sinister glances
For we each articulate our power
In slightly different frames
And I can't tower over you
Since you’ve grown a little taller
Than all the people that used to hold you
But still I’ve loved you since the days
Before you touched my soul
And we were turned into lost objects
To be collected in the river's bed
These lonely mistakes are often blessed
While we are bled for the failures and success
Of earthquakes and our shadows
And as many empty hands
As there are reasons to speak
We will become shameful lanterns
And consecrated stories
Born before the end of days

Can you see the outcome on the wind
When the trees begin to dream
And we drift into states of imagination
Until I become handsome again
And laughing feathers resume their spiraling
We find concrete inspiration
In the mouth of a vacated pair of buildings
That sit in harmony waiting for you to invade them
What dreams may sing in your vacation homes
What words stolen become our anthem
When men let down their arms
And women see the stars
We become greater beings
Then we could ever have imagined

What can I say to you
When I’m all out of words
I paint the sky
Each night is a surprise
And who are we to deny
That love’s invitation is to lie
For it makes no mention of our pride
Will you come see my latest discovery
Will you come free me from this cage
Before I die of loneliness
I am beyond your recovery
I am beyond your mind
And divided numbers
Tell me all their secrets
For only in the bedroom
Can we reduce these equations
Back to their original roots
Until we blossom like the mountain
After many fires have passed through

We are two shoulders shrugging
Lugging our magazines and our bags
Up and down a hundred flights of stairs
We are always up for a mugging
And if you don’t give in to despair
It might not be as bad as you think
For whatever you are seeking
Until now has always disappeared
And you may tell me all your secrets
But please spare me your opinions
For there's already more suffering here
Then you or I could ever really bear to share