We are firmly embraced in our nature
And gathering often equates with happiness
And a massive amount of self-reflection
Or was it done to our own detriment
Have we fallen into complacency
Are we at the extremities of extrapolation
In a metropolis in dire need of a vacation
Or a makeover and respite from its own annihilation
So tonight we are busy buying the moon’s diapers
And singing bedtime songs a little bit too early

Humans are designed to respond
While among the many and the frogs
We suddenly became capable of song
A long time ago when
There really was not much
To say about the earth
There was only a pond
And while inside that wetness
We held our breath
Under water for far too long
Though we never drowned
We became the ground
And our souls were like a drop of rain
Now we hesitate to define
Our true place in the universe
Perhaps we are only a transient state
Of chaos and grace intermingling
As our words belonged
To another category of order
We are still in this all together
And there is nothing
That can change our attitude

Love is made of art and brokenness
Like a candle it illuminates the heart's darkness
We are bearing seeds of tiny metal particles
As if we are made out of diamonds
And perhaps a few dusty old napkins

I adore the morning's silent symphony
When hundreds of birds are as bright
As a canopy of sunflowers
Leaning into the trees like fallen buffalo
We dream of Navajo sunsets
And isolated islands of innocence
Embedded but not embodied in a sea of ignorance

Love is made of art and brokenness
Like a candle it illuminates the heart's darkness
We are bearing seeds of tiny metal particles
As if we were made from diamonds
And also some dusty old articles

We are often lonely and rather lustful of our neighbors
And so full of distrust that we sometimes envision
That perfection was indeed a poisonous arrow to begin with
And our sorrow is so desperate to be touched
That we are quite glad to confess our collective unrest
Both today and again tomorrow, if you'd really like us too

And tonight i will beg for you to bless me
And if we are alive I know that you'll caress me
You are wise yet also young and beautiful
With a sultry body and a voice that's in between **** and whiny
When your luscious mouth pouts its quite beyond the ordinary
And even if there are some other girls out there
That some people would say are rather more inviting

For though our love is but tiny specks of lightning
Its impossible to assume that we're making
A rather large show out of nothing
You see we are really melodramatically quite intact
Like abstract paintings positioned a little too precisely
Our trimmed and trembling figures
Have been financed by constant neglect more than adequately
So we attract the attention of only the most deplorable of agents
Yet thankfully due to our full and constant immersions in urgency
We are still flourishing in the graveyards and basements categories
And have you heard of the band, The Entitled Undead
I expect they may become a permanent collective in your head someday

Please correct me if I'm wrong
But I know I’ve heard you sing this song before
And I adore the morning's silent symphony
When hundreds of bees are as bright
As a canopy of sunflowers
Leaning into the trees like fallen buffalo
We dream of Navajo sunsets
And isolated islands embedded
In a sea of convulsive incoherence

Love is made of art and brokenness
Like a candle it illuminates the heart's darkness
We are bearing seeds of tiny metal particles
As if we were all made out of diamonds, gold and poems
Written long ago on some dusty interstellar napkins

When your lover has abandoned you
There are infinite limitations
Towards making any headway against
The empty pages of your solitude and turmoil
They take for granted the lanterns
That you've rubbed and polished
With magnanimous piles of spit and silliness
Over a thousand lifetimes you've attempted
To mend your tired and divided mind
With the deepest respect
For the old magic and it's capacity
To transform being into beauty
And anger into humility
When otherwise we'd all be nothing more
Than a few unpolished pearls
Desperately cast before life's eroding shoreline
Still we were shunned for our silences
And warned not to run or there'd be violence
So we drifted into sinister desperation
And underlying our vacations
In the dirtiest of places
(imagine FL or Las Vegas)
Was the collective memory
Of a disheveled old kitchen
That felt like it was the safest place
That you had ever been to