The lazy way they turned your head Into a rest stop for the dead And did it all in gold and blue and grey The efforts to allay your dread In spite of all you knew and said Were hard to see and harder still to say A comfort plush all laced in lead Was sent to quell your sentiment And keep your trembling sentinel hand at bay And when a sudden silhouette Escaped the top-side of your bed I knew you'd never ever be the same Oh, is it not me? Am I not folded by your touch? The words you spoke I know too much It's over now And not enough Oh, is it not me? The damage you hold inside your blush? The load you towed You showed it up It's over now And I'm insane Wild spirits winds from out your chest Collides with world and wilderness It needs a gentle hand to call it home Now surfs the sun and scales the moon And winds the waistband of her womb All eyes ablaze the day you break your mold Oh, is it not me? Am I not culled into your clutch? The words you spoke I know too much We're closer now And said enough Oh, is it not me? Am I not rolled into your crush? The road you chose Unloads control See it take me so Go on throw this stone Into this halfway home