And when I found myself Framed against the flatlands A hundred pilots in my arms The wind, it did pick up And give a breath I folded a thousand times before And in a moments pose No one knows Nobody knows what came before No, it's not enough All of the heartaches All of the heartaches Stacked one on top of the next Is not enough The audience was stunned It was appalling It's not appalling what they saw I saw it in a movie once I came at once to a room of thunderbolts Electrical charging up my spine I turn it on, I turn it off It comes from a box beside my bed And when I pull on slackened rope Mechanical increments in time Pressure in my head The push is on my tongue Dirt in my mouth And water in my lungs Sunset to the west And fire in the home Everything to want And nothing too to own