Listen Oh, won't you descend on me Love won't be waiting when I come clean Enmity for my own ways But who can knock me down Wrathful hands and wretched mouths I'll talk through your lessons and find myself proudly bound All you wanted was to save Baby, you and I have no business with or within love Cold light you pine for My soul is crying out for warmth That girl doesn't walk, feel her flight engulf us as we lock Pick up your pulse and expectations you've lost Her silence is the blue cheek chic Tells of her mileage in cryptic critique I've become taken when the framing's incomplete