You were the best thing on it
I said lets be honest
My whole education depended one time
On every turn of your page
Res-i-d-u-a-l feelings they re-main
My sordid attention to detail constructs the images that keep me a-wake at night
I am the journalist bereft of all metaphor
Too busy to read his own papers
But he's never felt so
He's never felt so alive
Protect the things that you miss the most
These are the articles of delicate trust
Make more of this time
Be all of your anger
We are all places entwined
Make it good for you
Good for you
And after all that I've learned
It still shocks me to realise
That I still hold conventional thought
That I still hold conventional thought
Let me go
You were the best thing on it
I said lets be honest
This science moves too slowly to chart each flickering, faltering achievement we make
I am the anarchist bereft of all radical speech
To tired to prove her own theories
She's never felt so
She's never felt so on fire
Protect the things that you miss the most
These are the articles of delicate trust
Make more of this time
Be all of your anger
We are all places entwined
Make it good for you
Good for you
And after all that I've learned
It still shocks me to realise
That I still hold conventional thought
That I still hold conventional thought
Let me go
They made me do it
Make more of this time
Be all of your anger
We are all places entwined
Make it good for you
Good for you
And after all that I've learned
It still shocks me to realise
That I still hold conventional thought
That I still hold conventional thought
Let me go
Make more of this time
Be all of your anger
We are all places entwined
Make it good for you
Good for you
And after all that I've learned
It still shocks me to realise
That I still hold conventional thought
That I still hold conventional thought
Let me go