We built a tall, tall tower towards the sun, towards the sun. Took some words and built a wall and called it love.


Called it love.


And somewhere in all the talking

The meaning faded out. Oh I wonder when did it all stop making sense? I don’t understand. I remember we were so sure, so innocent. Oh but that was then. Can we ever go back again?


You’re speaking a dead dead language when you don’t sound like yourself. I hope it’s just lost in translation. Why don’t you show; don’t try to tell. Brick by brick it started crumbling. Will I find you when it falls? Oh I wonder when did it all stop making sense? I don’t understand. I remember we were so sure, so innocent. Oh but that was then. Can we ever go back again?


Don’t hold your breath. Look around.Try to add it up, pin it down, but you can’t.


Can we ever go back?

Brick and mortar stacking up to the sky while I hide behind.

Skin and paper, then and fragile and fine to break the divide.

Feel the hush underneath the rush when we touch.


When we touch.


Straw and matches; trying to keep them apart for fear of a spark. Ice and glacier, will I turn to a flood in the heat of your love? So let’s climb the wall so that we can fall when we touch.


When we touch.


And that’s reason enough to break and to cut and melt in your touch...


touch.

Half empty bottle of red on your lips. Drove down to the waves just to settle this. We'd hide like a hammer in a bed of flowers; under a sheet of stars like the world was ours.


Oh, girl I'm not done with you yet.

Oh, girl I'm not done with you yet.

One thing no man deserves is the love of a southerner.


Weaving the lines and laughing out loud. We'd show up and leave when they came around. Made it back to the house after a night swim. Of all times I recall this was the best of them.


Oh, girl I'm not done with you yet.

Oh, girl I'm not done with you yet.

One thing no man deserves is the love of a southerner.


Don't get hung up on last night. 

Baby your timing's right.


Oh, girl I'm not done with you yet.

Oh, girl I'm not done with you yet.

Welcome to the fracture here in the land of broken things. We burned our history lessons in the fires of childhood kings. When we run out of ammunition and we exhaust our last defense, and we go from screams to whispers this might all make more sense.


We finally disconnected. We are unemotional. And the anthems we are singing don’t mean anything at all. We’re afraid of our conclusions. What we love will kill us first. And the way to tell the difference from what we hate only makes things worse.


Put your arms around me.

Put your arms around me now.


We are objects without motion, set this way by force. When our broken hearts give us bad ideas and caused the great divorce. And we found Suburbeanderthal in its natural state. It looks and acts just like us all but still we don’t relate.


Rolling windows up in neighborhoods we drive through in our cars. Most things we can’t avoid them so things will stay the way they are.


Put your arms around me.

Put your arms around me now.


I can hear the sound of violence in every word you breathe.

And the worst of what’s become of you is what’s become of me.

I can feel your hands are shaking while you reach into the night

Don’t let go, I’ll hold on tight.


Put your arms around me.

Put your arms around me now.

Drive drive drive past your house. It’s really no trouble at all. Guess it doesn’t look like you’re home..I’m thinking maybe I should call...


To hear your voice again. It’s silly to to pretend. It’ll only make it worse. It’ll only make it hurt.


I, I think I’m still waking up with you.

I, I think I’m still breaking up with you.

Breaking up with you.


Words, words, that you said echo and linger and burn. Guess I know why you left. I’m not quite quite sure what I learned.


How long will it take for all of this to change? ‘Til I don’t fall apart. And you don’t own my heart?


I, I think I’m still waking up with you.

I, I think I’m still breaking up with you.

Breaking up with you.


This is how it goes. This is how it is. Never getting over getting over. This is how it kills. This is what we do. This is how it feels breaking up with you.