I am a wall of sand and stone
And you you're some kind of ivy I'm trying to hold
As best as I can
As best as I can
But I'm a disaster
I could not be burning faster
I stick my arms into webs
I take my meals with weirdos
And play with my rocket ships
And all the while you you are so composed
So composed
So composed
You are the most gracious thing I know
Touched by crooking flowers touched by snow
And I (I'll put my rockets away) I think your fantastic
And I (I'll put my rockets away) I know that you care
I'll put my rockets away
If you (I'll put my rockets away) are a house of skin and air
I've been running off of fumes again
I've been running off my mouth
I've been running in the hours between midnight and dawn in the direction of the moon
With the impression that's the way the way to find your house
So hey
I will build your bastion
And hey
How long can you put up with these questions?
When you got nowhere to go
Except into the terrible air
And I (I'll put my rockets away) I think your fantastic
and I (I'll put my rockets away) I know that you care
I'll put my rockets away
If you (I'll put my rockets away) are a house of skin and
Erring on the side of culture apparently past
Come down from the good rack crystal glass
Cause I
I'm a wall of sand and stone
And you
You're some kind of ivy I'm trying to hold
As best as I can
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