I know every inch of your shadow I know all of the warmth in your wake Shove me down from this peak of pure annihilation Picking coins out of the fountain while we wait In our blood there are strange constellations In that flood trying hard to relate So we freeze every frame of our minor motion picture Kicking holes into the mountain while we wait So clamber climb over that amherst line and rehabilitate Our stolen time's not a petty crime it's getting late But not too late I know every inch of your shadow I know all of the warmth in your wake Shove me down from this peak of pure annihilation Picking coins out of the fountain while we wait