Eve of the Fall

I saw her fur soft and
fleeting metal hearts
I ached to see her in the greenhouse light
and feel her size

Here we go
(Here we go)
Fresh-faced freedom
(Fresh-faced freedom)
Eve of the fall
(Eve of the fall)
New smell season
(New smell season)

A combustible concoction
erupts and we both fall backwards
I'm sorry but I am reeling from what she says she thought I thought

Here we go
(Here we go)
Fresh-faced freedom
(Fresh-faced freedom)
Eve of the fall
(Eve of the fall)
New smell season
(New smell season)

It comes down to the fabric from which we are cut
the strength of the stitch with which we sew ourselves
its a matter of fact no patterns perfectly matched so for better become a betterment of the clash
she bears the weight of what her parents will think
she inherits the jinx of having different instincts
I'm not superstitious but when she faces west I'll make wishes on the nape of her neck

from the crossroads of hope and regret
I'll go out where the skyscrapers are scraping the sky and make just enough paper to pay for supplies
I'll build camps on the coast to clear my head and my hands
answer only to the grandmother ghost of the lands

we share the weight of a whale in our arms
as we wait for a failure and never fail comes
life is complicated, awesome and so inexact
I'm talking so good I almost could crack
sometimes it knots up the small of my back