I saw her fur soft and Fleeting metal hearts I ached to see her in the greenhouse light And feel her size Here we go (Here we go) Fresh-faced freedom (Fresh-faced freedom) Eve of the fall (Eve of the fall) New smell season (New smell season) A combustible concoction Erupts and we both fall backwards I'm sorry but I am reeling from what she says she thought I thought Here we go (Here we go) Fresh-faced freedom (Fresh-faced freedom) Eve of the fall (Eve of the fall) New smell season (New smell season) It comes down to the fabric from which we are cut The strength of the stitch with which we sew ourselves Its a matter of fact no patterns perfectly matched so for better become a betterment of the clash She bears the weight of what her parents will think She inherits the jinx of having different instincts I'm not superstitious but when she faces west I'll make wishes on the nape of her neck From the crossroads of hope and regret I'll go out where the skyscrapers are scraping the sky and make just enough paper to pay for supplies I'll build camps on the coast to clear my head and my hands Answer only to the grandmother ghost of the lands We share the weight of a whale in our arms As we wait for a failure and never fail comes Life is complicated, awesome and so inexact I'm talking so good I almost could crack Sometimes it knots up the small of my back